2. The envasion

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Saturday. It was a blissful morning in my quiet town of Brinale where you could even hear a pin drop. I awoke at 9 to find my shaggy haired cat Jasper flopped on my lap asleep, purring happily. I assumed that due to the peaceful environment my two troublesome brothers were still snoozing away, as usual. Back then their irritating squeals and games that would turn a calm dinner to a battlefield would drive me up the wall but after years of loneliness I would've given anything to hear their voices again. Anyway, I carefully shifted Jasper out of the way and crept downstairs to find my dad starting a fry up, knowing full well that it was my favourite. I always loved the way he would do things especially for each of us although he was on his own. 'Fancy eggs?',asked my dad, 'sure' I said and strolled out into the garden to collect the eggs from the chickens who had suprisingly laid 6 instead of their usual 4 eggs. 'Everything is perfect' I thought to myself, until I looked up at the sky.

In horror I ran into my house, forgetting about the eggs as they smashed on the floor. The sky was covered with thousands of ships with soldiers dropping off ropes from them continously and storming to every single home. I shouted to my dad so he would hear me over the haunting screams of my neighbours, but it was too late. 'Run!' he yelled before a sack was forced over head, that was the last time I saw him. I sprinted away from my home towards the woods petrified until I couldn't go on. The coast was clear. I gazed at my home in the distance as I feared  that I may never be able to return there again and just like that my fear became a reality. The once blue sky became lit up with hundreds of colossal missiles before they detonated, wiping out whole streets.Dilapidated, my house lay in the distance as nothing more than a ruin. A tear drizzled down my face as I worried about my dad and two brothers, had they all been taken?, were they left in the house? I heard a snap and instantly twisted my head. Thankfully, it was just a robin that seemed as if it was hiding here like me as its ruffled feathers were shivering. Suddenly, its pupils enlarged with fear and it shot off into the woods before I was suffocated by a dense fabric. They had found me.

I screamed, I kicked, I punched but nothing was working. They hurled me into what I can only guess was a truck with such a force that I hit my head and that was it.

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