The Rise
In 2011, my country was taken over by Cran, a vicious and cruelly led lot that portrayed the double nine symbol like that of the triple six. This turned out badly for those born in 1997, because, due to an enormous and unsolved baby boom, they were portrayed as destined up-risers. Cranians figured that when they all turned 17 they would become a problem, and problems were more easily solved when nipped in the bud, right? So the Cranians decide they should start killing us off. Overnight, more than 2 million 14 year olds disappeared into thin air. Now, 15 months later and counting, the majority of us remain but the number decreases at least every week. After all, there's only one real forest, and there are only so many abandoned buildings and tunnels. The mountains are freezing and covered in predators, the desert is treacherously flat and, well, dry…But hey! A couple million people confined in a space as big as a country might not sound so bad, right? It might even be fun, like an extended camping trip, right? Like my rear end. There's no deer left, there aren't any heating or cooling systems outdoors, so Mother Nature has become our worst enemy, they get stuck wearing the same clothes they ran off with and most of them haven't showered since then too. They've forget about wishing for beds, all they want are some clean underwear. How would I know, you ask? I guess I forgot to mention. My name's Layna, and I'm 15 years old.