How is my story????????
Alone
20 years ago, there was a war. You can call it World War 3, but it was much more than that. It was almost the end of man kind. There was bombing everywhere, every country, city, state, island. No one was safe. The bombs were made with a special chemical to wipe out building and set fire to everything. They worked but in a bad way.
The chemical didn’t affect men, for some reason, just women. Women would disappear just like that. Nothing of them remained, of course. My mother survived. She and dad stayed in hiding from then on .
6 years after the war, I was born. The only girl in the world, the only child. 4 days after birth, my mother was murdered.
Know one knows why, no one even knew of me. The man was executed right there on the spot, by a police officer who was near the house and heard the scream. He attempted wiping out man kind.
By the age of six, my father let me outside. It was strange seeing the bright sun, and the blue skies. The grass tickled my bare feet. People were staring at me, I wondered why they were all men. My father who was close by. Was on the phone, he said his good-byes. He took my hand and handed my an old pair of sandals.
He knelt down, his kind eyes looked down. He spoke softly, “Sweetie, I need you to be strong. Your going somewhere for a while.” His hand stroked my cheek.
As he kissed my forehead I whispered, “Daddy don’t go,”
He smiled, and pointed to the car. “Let’s go.”
The car was brown with rust, and tinted windows. I have never rode in a car , it was fascinating. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the window. It was see through, Never before have I seen a window.
We pulled up to a white building, I silently got out of the old car . I took my fathers hand and we walked. As we came into the building, there were big, burly men, Wearing black. They had weapons with them. I stared in wonder. Finally out of the house.
I’ve been locked up my whole life, with plenty of food and toys. Even a TV. My dad spoiled me but I resisted acting it.
The man said ‘all clear’ in a deep voice. Another man, scrawny. Came up to us and informed us he will show us the way.
We walked down a long hall, red velvet carpet, white walls. It looked like something from a fairy tale.
Finally we arrived to a door at the end of the hall, the scrawny man opened the door and plainly said “they have arrived,”
There was a desk, two red, white, and blue flags. A brown chair, that spun around. The man sitting in the chair was a plain looking male. He had black short hair, tan skin, and a sturdy body type.
He smiled, “Ah, you must be Iris Shepherd.”
I stared at him, with a puzzled look on my face.
He laughed, “Welcome, I’m President Cray”
Ch.1
I stared out the window. I have my own house, Personal bodyguards, and a boyfriend I never wanted. I’m 14, I can’t do anything by myself, I’m just lucky I get privacy in the bathroom. All because of what? I’m the last women alive, and what does that mean? I have to be protected from all harms, even if it means someone has to cut my food for me.
I turned to my bodyguard at the door, “Just one minute alone in here?” I pleaded.
He shook his head, “Sorry Iris, orders are orders,”
I slumped on the bed, I mumbled “just one minute alone, it’s creepy having everyone watch me,” I turned to him, “Why can’t people just do a sex change or something?”
He looked surprised, “Because, we need a female body to do that, and using you would kill you, and highly wouldn’t work, we have to do things differently now since the war. What is your tutor teaching you? Shall I inform Mr. Cray he isn’t doing his job correctly?”
I raised my hand, “No, no, it’s fine he’s doing an excellent job.”
“Whatever you say Iris.”
I reflected on things I know. My life is boring, I’m being overprotected, and I am banned from seeing my dad. Yep, my life is glamorous. I thought sarcastically.
The secretaries assistant burst through the door just now, he had sweat pouring down his forehead, a frantic look on his face. He spook in a wild voice, “Intruders, get her to the safe house.”
Yes, yes, i know, grammer blah blah blah, coma splice blah blah blah, take classes blah blah blah, write fancic blah blah blah. Remember I’m 13, not that old, just expressing my imagination. Still taking everything in about grammer and spelling. Please don’t be austere towards me. I’m still working on grammar and stuff.
I’m only going to be there for college, but we are renting the place year round.
