The Royal Chronicles - Book One-
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She felt like there was something missing from her life. As if she's forgetting something or someone; someone very important. Something in her pulls away, telling her that this was all a big joke and that...
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It's been a while since Grace stepped out of her house. The rain and the monster winds have stopped and NorthWood, the small town near FourWood City, finally spoke its silence. Most of Grace's next-door-neighbours were also starting to come out of their own houses, the ones that used to stand towering over and proud; now destroyed.
It's been a whole week since anyone came out of their home. Grace was lucky that she'd just come home from a heavy shopping that night, when it all began.
But that night was also game night. The Friday where all the people-mostly youngsters-went to watch the final match of soccer between the two leading schools. It explains the sorrow weeps of the families down the streets.
Grace was supposed to be at that game. Her friends had invited her over because of one of their brothers. She had refused, saying that she only had that night to submit her report on the 'New Models'. Since the storm, or whatever it was, no one really knew what was going on. The news had stopped the day after, obviously because there was no one or place to telecast the information.
Grace subconsciously clasped her necklace and rubbed it around her fingers, trying to calm herself.
There were no survivors the first night; none were expected for the rest of the week. Everyone knew the ugly truth: the people who were out for the game were not coming back.
Grace didn't know what to think of it. Her friends who'd invited her weren't any close, but that didn't mean she felt okay with the deaths around her town. The thought of how they must've died, made Grace shiver a little.
Grace picked up the one kilogram bag of sugar from the bottom shelve on one of the center aisles. Tossing it into the overloaded trolly that contained more than three TimTam biscuit packets, she made her way over to the billing section. As she scanned the tin foods, she thought ofa plan to sort out her project in one night. She had a night to finish everything and send it to her strict boss who picked his nose when he thinks that no one is watching. Not to mention the old glasses that smelled like toilet water.
Grace pushed the trolly to a side once she had everything in her car and hoped in, turning the heater on. It was the last days before the dry season, but the night was extra cold for some odd reason. Not wanting to wait and get caught in an unexpected rain, Grace turned the car on and wheeled out of the food center.
The highly maintained roads of the City were quieter than usual, most of the cars heading towards the field. The night looked dull but dangerous as Grace could almost hear the owls hooting through the car window and over the sound of her engine.
As she entered her town, her phone rang, a picture of a cheerful man with proud eyes flashed at the front. After a few turns here and there, Grace drove into her family house's driveway as she slid the green light on her touch screen.
