Chapter 1: Outside the Dome

It's been about two months now since the Dome mysteriously appeared around the Perdido Beach Area. The Dome. Such a typical name. It's the only way to describe it of course, since it does look like a Dome, or should I say it is a Dome. But seriously, it couldn't have been named something more intelligent? Ugh, adults I tell you, no imagination.

Anyway, the Dome has been for a month, as I have said before. No one knows why it came up or how, to be honest, and everyone wants to know, but no one can truly figure out. We can't see inside the Dome, as I imagine they can't see out, so we don't know what's going on in there. The only time we truly saw any kind of activity was right before thanksgiving when nearly the whole thing lit up on one side, near the beach. No one knows what it was, but we're all hoping it was an attempt to get out. But I say don't get your hopes up, because like me, they're just a bunch of kids.

Yeah, you heard me. They're kids. Anyone who's fifteen or older was transported out of the dome, only God knows hoe, and everyone else was left inside. At first kids started to come out. The last were a pair of twins, but after that no one would come out. I personally think that all of those kids in there are either dead or dying. Father tells me not to think like that, but I have my reasons.

You're probably wondering what those reasons are, and hey, why not tell you?

My name's Emily Porter and I am twelve years old, turning thirteen in February. Everyone calls me Emmy. I am not gothic, as it may have seemed from my thoughts above. I am adopted my Father and Mother, two really rich idiots who call themselves scientists but have not really done anything with their lives. So far that I know of, I have no siblings, and if I do I don't know about them.

The reason that I believe everyone is dead or dying is not because they are trapped in a dome with no way to get food or water, although that is a major set back, but because of these things that's going on. I don't know how to explain it, but these things aren't normal. I think that while you are in the dome, these things are killing you. These things, are what I like to call Special Abilities, or SA for short, and I know about these because I have them too.