7. We're doomed

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A/N Oh my god, it has been ages. But here I am, once again, trying to rewrite this book. I literally had lost all hope for this book but StrawberryBookLover and fuzzypaws123 convinced me otherwise. They are my most dearest readers and I love you guys so much! Thank you! Sorry I couldn't write for a long time, I'm on my summer holidays and currently not at home so I'm using my freetime to write this.

"Farrah", as she was called, sat down in an aqua green chair. Funny. My dad's favourite colour. And then motioned me to do the same, patting the empty space next to her.
"Uh, I think I'll just sit somewhere else." I said, looking around quickly, and grabbing the first chair I could find.
"Your wish." She mumbled.
The moment I sat down, I finally decided to truly notice my surroundings.
I was in a large room which was surprisingly cubical. I had expected it to be round like the outside. The walls were an exquisite shade of blue and had light purple flowers painted on them. They were beautiful paintings hung all over the walls, statues, sculptors and so much more. An entire shelf of TouchPads stood in the corner of the room, and there were pieces of paper everywhere.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
I sat up straight and faced the woman. Or whatever she was.
"Um.. Yes.. It is."
Things were quiet for a while until I broke the silence.
"Okay, I'm sorry, but what do you want from me? Surely you didn't call me in to show me your wonderful interior decoration."
She stared at me for a while, looking me up and down.
Feeling uncomfortable and frustrated, I said, "Well?!"
Finally she spoke.
"Of course not Amy. I need to talk to you about the future of your planet."
"What?"
"You are doomed."

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