3000 years later// Chapter 2

Instructions

About 6 years earlier I could hear my parents laughing in the distance, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. They would catch me playing with these crowbar things. It was intriguing, they were black, about a foot long, and one had a fire design on it, while the other had a lighting symbol. I traced my finger across the mostly smooth surface. I heard footsteps walking towards me, and I quickly tried to hide the crowbar things. I shoved them under a desk, but that backfired, because they clattered loudly. “April, honey, come here.” My mother called. I knew she caught me, so I picked the crowbar things up. Then walked to the small living area. “What have we told you about playing with things that aren’t yours.” My father said patiently “I-I’m so-sorry.” I sniffled “It’s ok honey just don’t do it again. Promise?” Mother asked “Promise.” I said softly “How was school.” Father asked “It was fine… I meet a girl named Meg, she was nice, but she was an orphan. Can I still be friends with her?” I explained “Of course, you can.” Mother told me. I nodded. I hated the strict rules, and regulations we have to follow on daily bases. I went to my small room. It was decorated with turquoise on the walls, white on the celling, and carpet on the ground. I then sat on my white bed, took out my notebook, and started drawing. I drew the crowbar things I found earlier. It took a while, but after ten minutes I profected it. “April dinners ready.” Father called. “Ok!” I responded putting my notebook on my bed. I ran to the living room, and sat at the seat next to the table. My parents made some chicken and fries. I started eating. Not noticing my looking at each other with worried expressions. They kept checking their phones, and looking out the dark windows. I finished my chicken, and got up to go to my room. I went to go back to drawing when my door slammed shut, and locked. My parents gave me a small window, so I could see the living room. I looked out of it, and was people dressed in black, with what I was recently taught how to use, guns. “Do you have a child?” One of the male people asked pointing a gun at my father’s head. I whimpered, and felt tears running down my cheek. “N-no sir, our daughter died at birth.” Mother stuttered. I felt like screaming, but I was too terrified. I just watched in horror. “Sorry, presidents orders.” The male guard said cocking the gun. I saw tears running down my mother’s face. My father was staring at my mother, he looked like he was holding himself back. With a loud boom a bullet pierced through Mother’s head, then Father’s. “NO!” I screamed, banging on the wall. Sobbing. The guards didn’t seem to hear me. They just walked out, and shut the door like nothing happened. I was finally able to open the lock of my bedroom. I ran to my parents, and started shaking them. “Mommy wake up.” I sobbed “Please.” I pleaded “Mommy, Daddy please...” I pleaded more. I sobbed and sobbed for hours. I heard footsteps coming to the apartment, so I ran, and hid in my room. I was feeling lightheaded from crying so much, but I was still sobbing. I finally came out of my room, my parents were gone, and the blood cleaned. I decided I wasn’t going to be an orphan; I’ll fend for myself. I cried again thinking I had to live without my parents.