HEY! Summery to a story I'm thinking about. Don't take my idea ;)
The world is at war. After the Great Earthquake of 2056, not only was my home obliterated into a heap of meaningless trash and reminders of despair, but only hours later was the despair washed into the Pacific ocean. I knew what was coming. Having an education seemed to be the real meaning of being forewarned. I got my brother and we used the mo-ped I'd usually use for school, only today it was to escape. Because I knew it was coming. Because there was only so much I could do. Because I left my parents under the trash and all they could ever be to me now is meaningless despair.