A/N: Let's just say Rachel didn't die, okay?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Animorphs or anything relating to the Animorphs. The Animorphs are the property of K.A. Applegate. I do, however, kind of own Hope, Sarah, Alexandria, Bade, and Josh.
My name is Hope.
It's Hope because of the war. Unlike normal people who would have named their child Jake or Cassie or even Aximili, my parents decided on Hope. Apparently, hope was the message Elfangor sent to everyone fighting the Yeerks. It was probably the only reason we won at all.
Sorry, my parents have a sick obsession with the war. I personally don't care because like they say: The past is the past. Leave it be.
Well, there's another well known saying out there: Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.
Well, I must have not remembered an iota of history because, voila, now I'm repeating it.
Since history is repeating itself, I'm not going to tell you my last name or address. You should already know the drill from the previous Animorphs. You already know about Yeerks, who are parasitic aliens that resemble slugs. You know how they wrap themselves around your brain and take control of your body. You know how the Animorphs fought them by turning into animals. You know about Jake the leader, Cassie the gentle, Rachel the strong, Marco the optimistic, Tobias the hawk, and Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill the andalite. You already know all this. If you don't, GET A LIFE!
Anyways, it's the year 2021 for anyone who's been living under a rock, about twenty years after the Animorphs won the war. It was peaceful.
And that's the Yeerks' cue.
Most people think the Yeerks are gone, but they are wrong. Almost everyone including our government ignored the fact that they would come back. I personally have an excuse. I was born after the war. Anyways, my parent's names are Rachel and Tobias. I know what you're thinking and no, they aren't THE Rachel and Tobias. Believe me, I asked many times. Anyways, my parents always knew the Yeerks would come back. They knew. They prepared.
But they couldn't stop me from living. They understood that. I was never allowed to join clubs or the soccer team like I would have loved to. Like they would have loved me to. They couldn't stop me from having friends. They couldn't always stop me from having a life.
Of all the times they could have stopped me from living, why did they let me live my life that fateful Friday night? I don't know and I probably never will. I know I will always dream about that night. And I know I will always wonder what if I hadn't lived my life that night.
All I know is what happened, not what could have happened. And I know it all happened on a deceptively normal Friday night...
A/N: Did you like it? Did you hate it? I'd really like to know. Sorry, I'm jumpy. This is my first fan fic ever. I'm so happy! Anyways, please review. I'd really appreciate it. I know this chapter is a little boring. It will hopefully be better in the next few chapters.
