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Diary from the Near Future

April 21, 2008
By Anonymous

June 3rd, 2059

I turned on the radio. The news is the same. “Two terrorist attacks today, one in Times Square, and the other in the suburban town of Monsey. The United Police are still looking for clues concerning the murder of England's Prime Minister Cohan.”

I turned it off. There have been attacks for several years now. My father says that UP are doing everything they can. So does Mr. Von Frainer, our German neighbor. They both have some high-ranking positions in the United Police, or UP, an organization of the United Nations. These people are the best in war and diplomacy. If they can't stop the merciless terrorist attacks, nobody can.

June 23rd, 2059

I don't have many friends here on the UP base on Governor's Island. I'm the probably the oldest kid here. There's just nothing to do. Governor's Island doesn't have a basketball court. There's no ice skating. There's school, but it's summer now. I'm not allowed off the base. Security. I wish we could go back home to San Francisco, or at least back to normal civilization. Sometimes, I think the only good thing here is the food, and that isn't what I expected it to be.

July 18th, 2059

We keep having people around for dinner. Diplomats, commanders in the UP, you get the idea. But no friends. There's always someone walking in and out of our house. And when we have guests, Mr. Von Frainer is always there. He and dad go way back, since they were in the army together. And what frightens me is everyone on the base carries a gun. Security and what not. It's scary. What if someone loses control and just fires it without thinking?

Well, today we had a diplomat from some weird country in Europe. Weird being defined by “one of those countries you haven't heard of, nor will you ever hear of it.” See, my two younger sisters, Adrianne and Anette, and I were in our rooms, so we couldn't hear what they were saying. Again, security. You can never trust kids.

I was on my bed, playing a hand-held video game. I usually don't eavesdrop. Yes, for the most part, I'm a good, little boy, who does as he is told. But I just happened to hear something disturbing. Some noise. Loud noise.

I tiptoed to the stairs, but I didn't go down. You are able to see the front door from the top of the stairs. I was there just in time to see the diplomat leaving. I called Adrianne and Anette, and we went down to the dining room.

The table was overturned. My parents and Mr. Von Frainer were dead.

Being a man obsessed with security—and with good reason, too—my father taught us what to do in such a case. First, we have to find his gun. For protection. Then we take out his radio and call for help. I did both.

I held the radio up to my mouth. My voice was shaking. I just never thought I ever have to do this. “Hello? My name is David, son of Commander Highwind. My father, my mother, and Commander Von Frainer are dead. I need help.” I waited a minute. A response crackled over the handset, “Stay where you are. Help is on the way.” Most of the time, when you hear that help is coming, you gain hope. I didn't. How would I take care of my sisters without Mom and Dad?

I didn't hear the front door open. I should have—it isn't that far away, and it always creaks when it opens. I didn't—I was in such shock and was worrying. I should have hears loud footsteps. I didn't, for the same reason. But I did hear the words, “Too late!” And three gun shots. I spun around.

And it was too late.

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on Nov. 3 2009 at 4:00 pm
SonOfApollo GOLD, Katy, Texas
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you shouldnt of made the kids die it could of been a great series.

KatrinaC47 said...
on Oct. 2 2009 at 3:58 pm
KatrinaC47, Loma Rica, California
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hey that was great! you're really talented!