Our World Needs to be saved
Just In Time
The entire city was dead silent. The whole city was at a standstill. Seven teenagers stood in a group right in front of a small garden. The bright colors of dawn shone in the sky.
The group of seven contained teenagers ranging from thirteen to fifteen. The youngest, Natasha, had just gotten out of seventh grade. She was about thirteen. Natasha was a tall, athletic, pretty looking girl. She had coffee-brown skin, and caramel colored hair. Her eyes were a gentle golden brown.
Charlie had a bigger build. Her hands were always calloused from working with them all the time. Charlie could fix anything that was broken. She was one of those girls that couldn’t stand something if it was broken and not fixed. Charlie had a medium brown hair color that was always tied back. She was thirteen and a half.
Arthur was the oldest of the Archer twins, and Alice was his twin sister. They both had blond hair and blue eyes. Both were athletic and loved to watch T.V. shows or movies together. The twins lived up to their name and loved archery. They each had their own bow and were both very good at archery. They were fourteen, Arthur older by only thirty seconds.
Ella was a book worm. She had long mahogany brown hair and loved to read and write. Ella already could speak fluently in about three languages. English, Spanish, and French. She could speak bits and fragments of about four other languages. She could easily pick up some of a new language if she heard some of it. Ella was fourteen but already at a high school level.
Jack was blind. But he was fine with it. He had short black hair, pale skin and always wore cool sunglasses. (Or that’s what they told him.) He didn’t like using a walking stick or a seeing eye dog. Jack had learned to use all of his other senses. Jack was humorous despite of the blindness. He was the person who could cheer the group up with one joke. Even though life hit him down sometimes, Jack would always get back up again. At fifteen, Jack had now lived the six years of blindness.
Matthew was fifteen and was the leader of the seven teenagers. Matt never really viewed himself as a leader but all the others picked him as their leader. Matt had dark blond hair and green eyes. Matt was tall, almost clearing six-foot.
The battle had been long and hard. The city looked like it was all falling apart. The seven had barely made it. Skyscrapers had collapsed and bricks and glass were everywhere. Smoke still clogged the city streets from the multiple fires. But the seven were alive and the world was still safe. That’s all that matters.
31 Days Earlier…
Chapter 1
The track meet had been long and hot. Natasha had been part of many events, though the running was her favorite. The sun had beat down on the whole meet, but it was beginning to start to cloud up. Natasha was sitting in the bleachers, waiting for the last event to end. Natasha didn’t have many friends and none of them went out for track so she sat by herself off to the side. Her mom was suppose to pick her up anytime now. She looked over her shoulder at the parking lot. No car. Jeez Mom, where are you? This always happened after meets and it was always embarrassing. Mom said she would pick her up, but noooo…
Natasha’s family was full of kids. Her mom and dad had six kids in all, counting Natasha. First, was her older brother Cody, who was twenty-three and next was Natasha’s sister, Jordan, who was eighteen and finishing high school. After Natasha, there was her little brother, Xavier, who just turned nine and was a troublesome child. He always keep Natasha’s parents busy. Then the two twins, Kayla and Keira. The twins hated each other and were six.
Jordan was involved in all the school plays, so she needed to use the car all the time. Most likely, Xavier was in trouble and Mom had to give him a talkin’ to and could never be left home alone, and the twins were always fighting and yelling at each other. And during all of this, Mom had to remember all our schedules, but most likely forgetting Natasha at all of her sporting events.
Natasha’s family, the Rivers, lived in the state of New York. Their house was about two hours away from New York City. Natasha’s brother, Cody, had gone to work in the army and was stationed not too far away. Every once in a long time, Cody would head home and the Rivers’ family would always be happy to see him again.
Since Natasha loved running and to exercise, Cody had decided to teach her the training he had learned in the army. Every time he came home, the two would head to the basement where their family had wrestling mats, punching bags, and other exercise equipments. Cody would show her the latest hand-to-hand techniques that he learned. They would practice some punches and other exercises. By now, Natasha knew most anything Cody had learned in the army. Natasha and Cody loved to spend time together, and Natasha always missed Cody whenever he went back.
Natasha looked over her shoulder and saw her mom’s car pull up into the parking lot. Finally. She thought as she grabbed her back and raced to the car.
“Hi Mom.” Natasha said as she climbed into the passenger seat.
“How was the meet? Did you do good?” Mom asked. They started backing up and towards home.
“Yeah, everything was okay.” Natasha answered as she looked who else was in the car. The twins were in the back, fighting about something or another. Xavier had bruise on his cheek and was staring out the window. Natasha leaned close to her mom. “Did Xavier get in another fight?” she asked. Mom just nodded her head and kept driving. We pulled up to the post office.
“Hon, can you go grab the mail?” Mom asked as she tossed Natasha the keys.
“Got it.” She said as she headed out of the car and into the building. Natasha pushed open the door and headed to their mailbox. Number 86. Natasha stuck in the key, gave it a half turn right, and pulled it opened. She pulled out all the mail, and shut the little door. As Natasha left the post office, and started flipping through the mail, it started to rain. Downpour more like it. Natasha ran to the car and jumped in. Her mom watched her put on her seatbelt, and then started the car and started once again towards home.
Natasha went through the mail. Bill, bill, magazine, letter for Dad… Natasha thought. Then she came to the last envelope. It was addressed to her. No one ever sent her mail. What the… She thought. It was a plain white envelope with no return address. Natasha’s name was in a formal computer print on the front. Something about the envelope made her feel… uneasy. Just then the car pulled into the driveway and the kids bolted out of the car. Natasha grabbed her stuff and ran up to her room. She flung her bookbag onto her bed and then ripped open the envelope. Natasha unfolded the letter and stared at.
“Oh... my... gosh.” She said as she slowly let the letter fall.
Charlie Woods was on her way home from a very boring day of seventh-grade. She walked out of her school and jumped on her bus. She chucked her bookbag on the seat and slid in after it. Charlie looking out the window. The normal stuff flew by as the bus started and left the school.
Charlie’s school was small and so was the town. She didn’t have many friendships here, ‘cause no one was quite like her. Despite her common hair color and normal build, she tended to have, well, different thoughts. For example, today in English, the class was celebrating a birthday. But instead of enjoying this short time to stop learning, Charlie started thinking. Why on earth do we celebrate the time of pain and agony of a human growing another human in their stomach? This was just one of the everyday thoughts that ran through her brain.
The bus pulled through the streets and it stopped out the first stop. Kids piled off and the bus driver pulled forward. They winded through the calm roads until the bus went to a stop right by a long driveway. Charlie got up and headed down the lane.
Charlie swung her bag on her shoulder, and walked over to the mailbox. She heard the bus speed away, the gravel hitting the back of her legs. She opened up the lid, and stuck her hand inside. She pulled out a wad of bills, magazines, business letters and flipped through them as she walked down the driveway. One for Dad, one for Mom. Magazine for Mom, bill for Dad. She thought, but then she came to a plain, white envelope addressed to her. Hmmm… she thought, she didn’t get much mail, it might be just a letter from some long ago friend who wanted to catch up. But the funny thing was that there was no return address. Might be some stupid sixth grader joke, She thought, Oh well, I don’t really care anyway. She soon dismissed the letter, and opened the door to her home.
She kicked off her shoes and headed to the kitchen. She sat her backpack down on the counter, and searched for some snack. She settled for some pretzels. She went to the fridge and dragged out the milk carton, and poured a glass of milk. She brought her afternoon snack to her seat, and sat down.
While she was eating, her mom came in and started working on dinner.
“How was school, Charlie?”She asked.
“Okay.” Charlie said as she slipped the milk.
“Okay, great, or okay, uneventful?” She asked with a smile on her face. She was rummaging around in the cupboards.
“Uneventful.” Charlie replied. She sipped the last of her milk, and brushed off her pretzel crumbs from the counter.
“What’s for dinner?” Charlie asked her mom.
“Tortellini alfredo, you’re favorite.”
“Hmm, can’t wait!” Charlie said eagerly, as she headed downstairs to her room. She almost plowed over her brother, Milo, in the hallway.
“Ouch. Watch it, Milo.” Charlie said as she stared at her little brother. Milo glared at her.
“Watch it yourself!” He shoot back at her. Charlie pushed her way past Milo and rolled her eyes at him. He stuck his tongue out at her. They both mumbled under their breath as the walked away to go about their own business. Charlie and Milo didn’t have big problems with each other, but they did have their little spats. They had the normal brother-sister relationships. They said they hated each other, but they both had an understanding of each other.
Charlie went into her room and slammed the door shut and chucked her bag across the room. Charlie threw herself on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What a boring day, she thought. Her room was cluttered with dirty clothes, dirty dishes, and unfinished projects. Then she remembered the letter. Might as well see what it says. She went over to the bag and brought out the letter. The white envelope stared back at her as she ripped it open. Charlie unfolded the letter and read it quickly.
“MOM!” Charlie yelled as the letter dropped from her grasp.

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