Changing into my pajamas, I yank out my phone, and Text Ashley.
'Hey gurl. How's the kid?' -Ming
'Same as always' -Ashley
'I miss sleeping on my stomach.' -Ashley
Laughing, I send her a smile emoji and turn off my lamp. Closing my laptop, I cut the lights and canon ball into bed. My hair is braided, and I flick the two plaits over my shoulder before falling against my pillow.
Sticking my earbuds back in, I turn on my Shakira album, and immediately start nodding to the beat. Closing my eyes, I tug the blanket up to my shoulders.
"MING!! MING! DOWNSTAIRS NOW!" My mother's voice thundered through the house.
Panicking, my eyes fly open, and I jump out of bed. "What's wrong?" I yell back.
"Downstairs!" She repeated loudly.
Sighing, I get up, and trudge down the stairs. My family is gathered around he TV, which was in the middle of an "we inturupt this brodcast".
Squinting, I let my eyes focus.
"The United States President has declared war against our enemies. China has chosen a side, and neuclear war is expected." The news reported stared emotionlessly into the camera. "China is now the Enemy, and had joined Russia. Sourses in the white house say that misses are aimed at Russia, and are ready to fire.
"Citizens are advised to evacuate major cities, and find safe shelter." The reporter finished.
I gasp, and exchange look with my parents.
"What are we going to do?"
YOU ARE READING
Storm Star
Science FictionNine teens, chosen for some mysterious purpose, the survivors of "the wipe-out" as that day was called. A post-apocalyptic world is all that left. And the aliens who came.
