I was enjoying my grandmothers company in the living room. Daylight savings time was no less then a week ago... it was dark out. Warm, and the breeze was the only thing chilling.
Mother and Father had gone out shopping that night. They claimed to needing more milk for the house, for we are heavy milk drinkers and enjoy making meals with it. It was getting kind of late so we were genuinely worried about the causes of something bad could happen. Or worse- something did happen.
We brushed it off as of possibly traffic, or long lines at the supermarket, or maybe they went back home and forgot to tell us, that they wouldn't be back at Grandma's to make a nice dinner. I was staying with my Grandma for the night. We always had a lot of fun, and my friends were over. My boyfriend, Axle, and my two other friends, Abby and Linda. We planned on going to the amusement park the next day. And we'd ride the most frightening ride there. It was a dare we came up with at school and it was a promise to ride it. It's the fastest, highest, and longest roller coaster.
We gathered around the couches and turned on a movie.
I got up to gather snacks when, I saw something rather fascinating, "Grandma! Come take a look at this." I point to the moon that was so close to earth- bright an orange. No stars in the sky, just planets.
"What a beautiful sight," Grandma said with a smile putting her arm around me.
We didn't think much of it.
For the next couple hours we watched terrible romance comedies that Axle hated. But made everyone else giggle at the stupid things that happened. For we were just passing time.

     After all my friends and I were asleep. It wasn't long till we were awoken at 9:11pm to the sounds of ships of many different designs, shapes and sizes fall from the sky landing next to each modern house complex. They were as big as semi-trucks. Everyone was awake, I shook my boyfriend till he fell to his knees. We gathered around the window and watched as people fell out from the ships- creating a commotion and holding there guns. Ready to fire. Grandma panicked and rushed everyone down to the basement back room and she waited upstairs to see what they would happen. I hear a faint voice then a cry. More arguing. Tears swelled up in my eyes "Grandma! Come on!" There was a shatter through the window and she fell to the last step. A gun shot wound. She fell to my feet bleeding out. Axle saw the pain and covered my mouth and held me close. We were panicking. I couldn't imagine what could be happening. We done nothing wrong. I remember holding Axles hand and gripping his black shirt with a skull on it. Foot steps from above were constant and loud and rather unfriendly. They looked like storm troupers from Star Wars. They wore light armor of white and black and some blues. They all sounded monotone but handsome. Robotic. One of the trouper like people grabbed our shoulders and kicked my grandmother aside. Nothing we can do- there's no escape.
He shoved us up on to the floor. Glass cutting our knees and palms. They took a scanner and lifted our faces up and the light trailed across our eyes. "They are still children."
The light was repeatedly flashing through my eyes like I purposely looked at the sun or at a flashlight when it was turned on.
"They have time to be 'perfect'. We can make them right."
We hear gunshots- explosions. Car alarms. I take a quick glance to Abby. Shes picking out glass from her hands and looking for her cell phone. I look away and in front of me. Not even 10 seconds of looking at the phone- the trouper stepped on it. Shattering the glass till it almost looked like it was nothing to begin with.
We stood up and They hand cuffed us. I don't know what these "people" should be called- or if they are even people at all. They had no bad breath- no sweat- or phase in there voice. And little to no remorse- maybe none at all. They troupers threw us in a truck with some other children. I look around and what scares me again is a basket filled with babies that haven't even learned to speak yet.
They weren't in nicely- they were laying all over each other and vomiting and crying. Crying out for there moms and dads- grandmas and grandpas. These kids might never even get to know there names.
"Abby- what's going to happen to us..?" Linda asked fearfully.
"I don't even know where Crystals parents are. She saw her grandma die just now." I hear Abby.
Axle put his body close to mine- shielding it away from everything. Pushing me to the corner.
Then he speaks out, "this is a new generation Concentration Camp. Back when Hitler created his concentration camp, Jewish people were loaded on to the train and were smashed together. I'd hate to see what these people have planned for us."
Axle was the smartest person I knew. He had the highest grades and IQ for all I know. He's always the brightest and the best person to go for comfort. I'm not sure he can fix anything at the moment. But his will to protect me mentally is enough.
Upon hours of watching kids get shoved in with us, toddlers crawled in our laps. Fearful. Some with blood splatters on them- possibly from there parents. Or other family members.
The truck began to move, causing kids in front of us to staple around a little. We were dropped off at a very familiar place. My school. I felt a bit a freedom, sense I had an idea of the map around school. I've been there the longest.
We were all in 18 lines of people. Kids 1-16 lined up with other kids there age. We did this for about 4 hours. 1-6 were in each room in the English hallway. 7-10 were in the math hallway. 11-14 were in the science hallway.15-17 were in the gym. 18, they had the hardest. They were scanned for purity- if they weren't pure, they had there throats slit and thrown in to a pile. I've came to a conclusion of "there are no more adults" that "there is no one who can't be changed. Have a new brain." It's not hard to figure this out. Humans are disgusting- that the world is a mess and it's everyone's fault. That the world is having oil spills and litter tossed around. That the gases in the atmosphere is there to better our lives as people.
My friends and I were thrown in to the gym. BEING 15 and all, we were the youngest out of the group of kids in the building. Other kids from the school were there fearing the worst possible thing. As any other kid who was cuffed up and thrown in a truck of bloody kids with small cuts with cries and screams.
Fear has never stricken us so suddenly.
I got the cuffs taken off and so do my friends. "Guys..." I say, "group up."
We gather in a circle, putting our heads together.
"There's an underground bathroom where the swimming pool is. If we hide there, maybe we'd survive."
Axle looks at me and takes my hand. "Let's wait it out. We don't know what's going on- or what could happen. We don't know if they know where it is- if we will immediately die." He grabs my arms and steps away from the group- and faces me toward him, "I know you're scared. So am I. But please trust me." As soon as his sentence ends, the gym becomes quiet and a lady in brown and yellow... a flight attendant perhaps...
"Welcome, Humans ages 15-17. Welcome. For further notice, you will be retaught life. For you are failures. Life made a mistake on creating you.
You will follow under our rules now.
Men and women. Please separate to each side of the room." All I see is Axel slip away, letting go from my arms and walking to one side of the room. Leaving me. Breathless. "Trust me." I trust you, Axel.
The flight attendant split in to two walking to each group. Hopping on one leg. Definitely not human. I swallow my words and hold my breath.
"Women." She spoke, "You will dress appropriately. Any attitude- and your brain will be wiped or you will be punished by death. You will have your make up done every morning. You will loose weight accordingly by taking pills every morning.
You will obey us.
You will be equal. And you will be forced to have children if you have your monthly blood at the beginning of spring or winter. You may pick your partner. But you must stay with your partner. Any failure to do so- your child will be taken and you will be eliminated.
The purpose of this concentration camp is to revive life how it was supposed to be. How perfection is supposed to be. You will take your pills and you will put on make up.
If you've been diagnosed with a mental disorder- we will make you the medication and you will take it. You must be perfect. Women must learn how to take care of young- no school. No voting. No rights. Have a nice day." As the lady began to turn away, a rebellious teen ran- sprinted across the crowd and attacked her. The lady didn't fall. She grabbed the teen by the neck and ripped her head from her body. The crowd gasped and she smiled and continued walking away. Leaving the corpse in front everyone.
After the other other half left the men's group. We rejoined and Axle's face was pale. He was no longer a colored tan. He was white. He began to cry, I've assumed he wasn't ready to start a life together. I held him. And I knew he knew I was crying too. That there was no life in the middle of being an adult anymore. No more childhood. Straight to growing up. Repopulating.
I knew he got the same information. Just different rules. "I choose you... I'm scared... I choose you. Please don't make me leave you." He said whimpering in my ear. "I won't leave you. I choose you too."
Abby and Linda had partners as well. They chose each other. They were scared and were hugging each other. Abby had a tall thin boyfriend with wavy hair and a lean body who was a romantic. Linda's boyfriend was shy and stubborn just like her. They were practically just meant to be. Axle and I were perfect... at least that's what I think.
We hear more gun shots- men that were crying. That's one of the rules. Men can't cry. I become fear full, look at axel and use my jacket sleeve and wipe his tears away. "Don't cry- I can't loose you too." He nods and tries to suck it up.
Abby had a weight problem... and she admits it. She feared to loose the weight knowing that she might not be able too. Or that the medicine will back fire on her body.
Linda, feared not being enough. Always have. But she knew she was lost- she couldn't find her sister. We were all in a bad place. And no one new what was going on.
Was I scared...? Yeah... I feared loosing everyone I love. Loosing everything. I've lost my parents- my home- my grandmother. I can't loose the rest of my family. Axle held my hand. If he was made to be with me- he wouldn't have a problem. If he was forced to be with someone, I had a feeling he'd stick with me. My two best friends chose to be with me. They chose there lovers. And they chose me.
I feared loosing them.
The intercom to the school spoke out "adults 14-18, for those who chose to be with someone. Your homes have been cleaned out and rebuilt. You will be let out momentarily. We will be giving tacking devices to you through shots. If you fight back- you will be killed."
Shots- I hate shots. Abby- hates shots. Axle- he puts up with them. Linda I think can care less.
If I can't pull myself together- death might be coming my way.