No. I am NOT Wonder Woman, because 1, I can't write that fast, 2, I really have no idea what to write next and C, I don't parade around it a spandex bikini. Sorry guys.
I know this is sort of weird...that I wrote Chaps 1 and 2 before doing the Prologue...but this just hit me like last night so I typed it up real quick, edited it a lil and, well, here it is, I guess.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Prologue
If you’re reading this right now, I probably have to clarify something for you: You don’t know us. You don’t know who the hell we are, and, as far as you know, we don’t exist. We’re figments of someone’s imagination, we’re holograms for all you care. We aren’t any of those, though. We are real people, just in a different reality.Time is like one of those jewelry boxes with lots of compartments. Each of those boxes is a different reality, each reality is separate. They don’t mix, just like the jewelry in different compartments don’t mix. What is happening in my reality right now is not your concern, because it doesn’t affect you the slightest. What has happened in my reality has not changed yours. We’re separate people, to you.
It's different for me.
You got it easy compared to us, I mean.
You’ll get what I mean once you keep reading.
The point of this, this message, is like a heads up for you. Just so you know we exist. And that our world, our decisions, are not in our control. They’re in yours.
I want you to know this so you don’t do anything stupid and bloody like the Iraq War again, because it'll end up a hundred times worse in our world.
WE are just kids. Charlie’s the oldest, the leader. He’s seventeen. Next is Mark, who’s fourteen and doesn’t talk much. His martial arts make up for it though. Trust me, you do NOT want to get in that kids way. I’ve seen him beat people up. Pretty freaky. Skylar’s fifteen and an amazing singer. I swear one day that kid is going to get a lead in a Broadway production. He’s the Settler of All Arguments. Mindy’s the youngest, she’s only eleven. She can’t talk, not since after the bombings. She’s a sweet kid though, really helpful when you need her. And me? I’m Maggie and I’m sixteen. I get to be the one who writes this instead of Charlie because I’m the one who cares the most.
We come from all different places in the U.S., all severely attacked, and many places still in ruins now. By some strange twist of fate, we all bumped into eachother in LA. I think it was fortunate that we all ended up together. Now, I don’t know how I would’ve survived without Charlie, Mark, Skylar and Mindy. I wouldn’t say they’re my kids, or Charlie and Mark are my siblings. We all grieve our biological families too much to feel that way, I guess. And Charlie’s turning eighteen real soon, so he’ll be a legal adult. We all take care of each other though. We look out for each other. A group I guess, of really close friends.
So, that’s us.
And, as a conclusion, I’ll say what all politicians say to teachers.
Our future is in your hands.
But this time, it actually is.
Signed,
Maggie
Charlie
Mark
Skylar
Mindy
