Chapter 0: Prologue

Jen Tagatu was the tomboyish punk type. She wore rectangular goggles on her forehead, wore several wristbands and sweatbands on her arms and had black gloves on her hands with the tips of the fingers cut off manually. She wore baggy jeans and sneakers to top off her everyday look.

In her room, she was lying down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Everything about her life seemed so stressful. Her friends were talking behind her back, her boyfriend and her got in a fight on the phone, and her parents were threatening each other with divorce.

Jen contemplated several things about her life daily. Her grades gradually slipped over the course of one semester. She remembered an essay she had to do for her English class. She had to state what she thought the purpose of one's life is. She, of course, skipped out on this assignment, but not due to laziness.

In her room, she could hear her parents screaming. Bickering like this was something she was used to hearing, and she held her pillow to her ear to do her best to mute it.

"What IS our reason for being here?" she whispered to herself, turning to her side. She slowly began to fall asleep.

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The sound of her cell phone ringing was the only thing that could wake her up. Slowly, but steadily, she got off of her bed, walked over to her computer and unplugged her cell phone from the CPU. She pressed "Talk".

"Hello?" she answered her phone. There was a long silence. She pulled the phone from her ear and looked at the screen to make sure the call was still open. When she put it back to her ear, all she could hear was fuzz.

"Musta hung up."

She turned her phone off and plugged it back into the computer. At this moment, a bright flash emitted from the cord and zapped her hand and her phone unplugged.

She examined her hand, which would have probably been burned, if not for her gloves. She tried plugging it in again. The same flash occurred, but it stayed plugged in and it didn't really zap her.

But once the flash had shone, it didn't stop.

She examined her glowing cell phone, which grew brighter every passing second. Eventually, it glowed so bright that nothing else was visible.

"What the f--"