Chapter 1: The Problem Starts

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Finally. October 31, 2052. My 12th birthday. I, Kamala Emma Mulana, was deep in thought when I was walking home from school. Walking home on my birthday, I felt as safe as can be. I never knew what was coming.

 I had finally opened my door when I was bombarded by crying. My baby brother, Andy, and my 4 year old sister, Anna, were crying as loud as elephants! They saw me and ran straight for me. "What happened?" I asked. "MAMA! DADA!" cried Andy. "Mommy and Daddy went POOF!" Anna translated. "And Andy and me are hungry!" Oh no.  I thought, And today I was going to inherit the throne. 

 My mom is the daughter of Queen Mulan and King Chris, my grandparents. "It's OK! I will get you some food and we can watch cartoons and wait for Mommy and Daddy."

Of course, I did what I told them I would do. I was confident that they had just did some kind of dramatic exit with smoke (the safe kind) and went out the door before the smoke cleared. I was wrong. But, you know, I didn't know.  

It was at least my siblings' bedtime when I thought, Maybe they're not coming back. I put Anna and Andy to bed, telling them I would keep waiting for Mom and Dad. When they were sound asleep, I called Mom's cell. No answer. At 8:00, I gave up and went to bed.

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