My name is Adel, Adel Amory Saxe. While not of any significance to you, my name is vital to this story. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy a tale from so very long ago, in the time of my grandmother.
The year was 2020, and a war had just begun. "Dad, why must we move? My life is here, here with the memes and the internet. The forest of Ashwick is not a suitable place for a teenager to live," a bossy girl with dramatic winged eyeliner and brilliant red lips, exclaimed as she leaned over in her chair.
"Clara, you know how it works darling, you are a minor and must obey the council, it is for your own safety," replied a stout man with a short beard and rimmed glasses, staring up at the ceiling of their little apartment in Blackburn.
So Clara packed, muttering how unfair it was the entire time. She walked down stairs calling, "I'm ready dad, lets get on with this and get to the hell hole." Her father only mumbled and made his way to the car.
After a long ride they arrived at the entrance to Ashwick. Clara got out, grabbed her bad and turned around to check on her father, But he was still in the car. "Come on Dad, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you but the council isn't allowing me to come with you, I'm sorry Clara," he responded with an ashamed look in his eyes.
