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Chapter 6!

I am writing chapter 12 and it is so exciting, I hope you find it exciting as well.

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(Posting chapter 7 when I get to 200 lectures! Woah!)

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But, you know? Maybe this is just a bad dream. Maybe I’m laying down in my bed at home right now and this is just a nightmare –the worst one ever– and I’ll have to wake up for school soon. It’s pretty obvious it is. How could a 17 year old ordinary girl defend the city against Virus 3028?

Why did they even choose me to be a soldier at the first place? They should’ve chosen the strongest girls in the class, if they had to choose girls. Why not only boys? Boys actually like to play soldiers; I think they would love it if it became true.

 There was this girl, Sophia, who was the fastest runner in school. Why didn’t they choose her? Oh, I won’t forget to mention Annie: she was the perfect gymnast. She was so flexible that she could touch her head with her foot standing up. She could also preform amazing tricks. And what is she doing now? Well, Perfect Gymnast Annie is now going to be Worst Painter Ever Annie.

How do I know that? When I phoned Isabelle on the last-goodbye day. I mean, I said earlier she is a gossip girl. She knows everything. Or knew everything, because now she won’t be the gossip Isabelle she used to be. Now she’s going to be tough Isabelle. Maybe I’m going to be the tough version of the old me now, too.

I can’t even imagine myself wearing the typical soldiers’ clothing.

 I feel my eyes filling with tears and I can’t help it but starting to cry. Letting them out. I tell myself everything is going to be alright, but, who am I lying to?

My grandpa’s dad was a soldier, too. My grandpa used to tell me stories about it when I was younger. One day he realised I had nightmares every single night because of those stories he told me, so he stopped. But it wasn’t his fault. He, 3028, was terrible.

“My dad used to go away for so long. And he used to tell me stories like the ones I tell you, little lady. To be honest, the same ones. I remember every single word he said, because I was too scared to forget about it.” My granddad would tell me then. “Do you want to hear one of them, Barbara?”

“No, granddaddy, your stories are horrible. The world you tell me about… I can’t even imagine a world like that. I don’t want to hear it!” And I would start crying.

“That world… it’s the same you’re living at. And those stories took place not so long ago.” Then I’d close my eyes and hide under my bed until he came and get me out.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hear, sunshine?”

“Yes, I surely am!”

And then my mum would get mad at me and say that wasn’t polite, so I’d have to go out and listen to it.

“Why is his name Virus 3028 instead of a normal name like… um… perhaps Mozart? Brandon? William? George?!” I asked sometime.

“He doesn’t want anybody to know his real name, or they’d know who he is. Beware him, Barbara. He’s now gone, hopefully he won’t ever come back, but if he ever does… promise me you’ll take care.” My grandpa was also scared when he told me those war stories.

“I promise, grandpa.”

 “I’m going to take care of you, Barbara… I will. I promise. No matter what happens… I’ll protect you… I could be your family… your family… I wish I was your family. ” Harry Styles is now the one who is talking. I notice my eyes are closed and I try to open them but I can’t. I feel someone playing with my hair, I’m sure it’s him. How did he find me? Or is this just another dream?

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