“Stephen!” My mother calls out my name. Today is Easter and we are running late. I quickly grab my oversized coat and my converse and run out the door. I race down the stairs and out the main doors of the apartment complex. When my mom sees me she gives me a disapproving look. Ever since I decided to dress in skinny jeans and tye-die shirts my mother had practically disowned my in public. My father, who died years before now, would have just passed it off as a phase and then moved on.
But he's gone.
I hop in the car and my mom starts driving. Anna, my little sister, who is 7 years old, kicks the back of my car seat as hard as she can. I turn around and give her a warning look. When I turn back around, she gives the seat one more kick and decides she's done. I loved her to death, but she got on my nerve.
As we drive past a giant statute of Jesus I can't help but become angry. Where was He when the aliens came? Where was He when they killed my father? If “God so loved the world,” why did this happen?
Calm down, Stephen, I tell myself. It's Easter. You are gonna fake a smile and be happy.
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<The Boy From Rio>
ParanormalAliens have taken over Earth, and only 20 percent of the world's population remains. A group of teenagers, Stephen (19), Lemon (18), Fox (16), and Carlos (13), band together and are headed towards Mexico City, the nearest safe spot from the aliens...
