I'm only 20. He would be 21. Not too old not too young. We were what seemed like soul mates. I met him when I was 12. He didn't know my name until I was 18. He was stuck with me for a project and something just clicked. By him I mean Peter Watkins. I called him Pete. We had plans. We wanted to grow old together and get married. Maybe have a kid or two but of course that didn't happen. Nothing ever works out for poor ole Kara. At least I think that's my name. If it wasn't before all of this happened, it is now. By all of this I mean the war.
It started in '09. When it ends? I don't know. None of us did. And those that did were either killed or brain washed. Considering I'm lying on what is most likely my death bed I must've been onto something. They told me I was...special. That they needed me. Oh how foolish I was. Obviously I knew too much. I'm too smart to fall for their tricks. They might as well have been in a dark van and offered me candy! But I went with them anyways. Resistance only hurts. Or at least that's what they tell us.
They came about a year before the war. We didn't become aware of their presence until they brought down Lady Liberty. They looked just like us. They were just like us. They are real. They are human. They're just evil. See our economy went downhill. They threatened us blah, blah, blah. We didn't listen yada, yada, yada. A year later half my class snaps into super-spy-warrior mode and start tearing up the whole school. The school isn't a school anymore. It's a 'holding cell'. Until they take them to where they took me.
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Kara
Short StoryA very bad story about a young girl named Kara telling her story while meeting her demise.