The warrior of protection

The teens

I wake up to a banging at my door. I rub my eyes and stare at my door wondering who it could be. I get up and open the door. I see a boy, maybe a year younger standing there. He starts leaning against the door frame. "so...are you the fresh meat Ella brought to our attention" He says in a smug tone. "What did you just call me" I say kind of surprised that he would talk to me like that. He steps up straight and crosses his arms. "Fresh meat, you gonna cry about it.''. This boy doesn't seem like the tough type. He is really skinny and pale, Normal amount of muscle. In other words if this kid is trying to get me to fight him, he's making a mistake. "Just get lost, before you do something you regret.". "What you trying to fight" "you don't want to fight me" "why, fresh meat". If this kid won't take my word I guess I should show him. I grab both of his arms and twist them behind his back. I hear a cracking sound and I stop. The sound made me know his arms didn't break but if I continue they might. Once I let go he falls on the floor. "Scram punk". He stands and runs back to a group of other teens. They start laughing at him. The only one who isn't laughing and talking with the group is the girl I saw yesterday. She looks up and gives a small smile. I'm not really sure how I was able to see it. But it was a smile that said "nice work".

I make it to the dining room to see all the teens except that one girl at a table playing cards, throwing food items, and messing with the pre-teens. I walk past there table when I hear "hey fresh meat". I turn "I thought you learned your lesson". To my surprise it's not the boy from this morning but a girl standing there. She had short dirty blond hair and green eyes. "Your pretty strong huh?". "I guess". I clearly don't want anything to do with them, but now I'm most likely near all of their parents. "How old are you, and where did you come from". What's up with the questions, they didn't seem interested like 30 minutes ago. "17, I was a soldier.... With a gun.....fighting in wars and stuff". They stand quiet for a few seconds. "Wow, you're older then all of us" she pauses and looks at a table in the distance "the only one even close to you is that loser over there". I look over and see the girl who I saw when I first got here. "Her names Ella grey, she doesn't talk to people," she says with a snobby voice and attitude. Look back at the group. "Why don't you stick with us new kid". In any other situation I would decline. But I'm the oldest. Meaning I could say no to whatever I want and they won't say anything about it. "I'm Morgan" she says putting out her hand. I shake it, assuming that's what she wanted. "This is Jake, and this is Aaron". She points to her left, then her right. " Cameron is still in his room crying about you twisting his arms but the rest of us are still in there rooms, the majority of us are 15, some of us are 14, about 1 or 2 of us are 13". It's true I'm going to be the oldest in this group. But there is something about that Ella girl. I want to learn more about her, but she doesn't seem like as much of a problem as these other kids. I grab my food and sit with them. Maybe this won't be so bad

When I finish my food I headed back to my room and take out my phone. Of course the internet is not my top priority but it would be nice to have. After going through things like what I just went through, I would come home and watch YouTube or Netflix . If I didn't feel like being on my phone, I would talk to Lukes. Sadly both are gone. The only difference is, one is gone forever. But the other might return once the warriors of peace save the world. This generation is going to be a weird one. When I was a child I never thought THIS was how my 3028 was going to turn out . Actually when I was a child I didn't think about 3028 at all. I thought about my parents coming back. I thought about how much I didn't want them to come back. I thought about being in the foster care for the rest of my life. I thought about how that wouldn't be so bad. I do miss my friends from there, I often wonder how they are doing. How is April doing? She doesn't know about my brother. If I ever have to see her again what would I tell her? How would she take the news that her childhood crush, and high school sweetheart was dead. If I do have to meet her and tell her the news, at least I would get to see Ally again. I push all the things i'm think about aside and drift off to sleep