Waking up and getting out of bed: normal. Eating breakfast once up: normal. Going into parents' room: normal. Finding them gone… not so normal.
Jack Anderson always knew that his dad was at work, as he should be. But his mom was always home.
He just thought that she might have gone to the store, for whatever reason she had to buy things at 7 in the morning.
He looked in the garage, and surprisingly found that her car was still there.
'Maybe she walked?'
'Yeah, 'cause she's gonna walk two miles down the four-lane road to get some pancakes.' His conscious said to him.
'Well, where do you think she went?' He yelled at it.
"I'm talking to my conscious… wow…" He took out his cell phone and called her, but immediately found that what he got was not the usual, 'Hi. I'm not here right now. Please don't call back. If I didn't answer the phone… that probably means that I hate you and want to ignore you. If this is Jack, don't forget your pants!'
It was more like a, 'This number could not be reached. Please try again later. Goodbye.' By some recording.
He called his dad and the same recording played.
"Freaky…" He assumed the worst and walked back into his parent's room. The bed was left made, but with small lumps where two people should have layed. As if they simply disappeared.
"Psh… no." He laughed. The more he denied it, the more he started to believe it.
He grabbed his backpack and ran out the door, leaving a note for his parents to text him when they got it.
The outside world seemed different, though. Quieter than normal. No tree cutters cutting, no parents screaming, and no cars either.
As if the world has just disappeared.
He walked down the silent street, only sounds coming from the wind blowing on the trees.
"Too freaky…" He looked at the house next to him, which lived his secret crush: Kim.
"Kim?" He knocked on the door, one hand on his backpack straps. About two minutes later, nothing happened.
'Please… not her too.' He heard unlocking, and jumped back as Kim walked out with a bat in hand.
She sighed dramatically and dropped the bat, running up to hug me. She squeezed and started talking really fast.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa… slow down. Tell me what's up." She took a deep breath.
"My parents are gone. Lamey, too." Lamey is her sister. Her actual name is Laney, as if Kim would ever use it.
"Mine too." I said, afraid of what might have happened.
"Laney's gone?" I asked. Kim opened her eyes in and, 'Yu duh' way.
"I think I know what's going on." I whispered and turned and walked down her drive.
"What?"
"My parents are gone… Kim's are… no cell phone connection… Laney… she's 18…"
"What are you talking about?" Kim screamed, turning me around, abruptly.
"Let go, then I'll tell you." She slowly put me down, and I brushed invisible dust off my shirt.
"My parents are gone, yours are too. I tried to call both of them, only a recording. Laney is 18. All of them are over 18. Thinking of something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Kim rolled her eyes and frowned.
"Get over it! That's not what this is about!" She tried to knock some sense into me, mentally.
"But it would make sense. My parents…"
"No."
"Your parents…"
"No."
"Laney…"
"No."
"I can't contact them…"
"No."
"The neighborhood is quiet…"
"No."
"They're all over the age of 18…"
"No."
"Would you listen?" I screamed at her.
"No!"
"Everyone 18 and up has vanished!"
I wanted to make this better, but this is what it came to. Is a continued story. Sorry but the updates won't be frequent. This is a plot-bunny. Nagging me since last year. We did this teenage world thing in World Cultures, which is like Social Studies for those of you who don't know, and this is where it came from. The project was about everyone over the age of 18 has vanished, and we had to be able to set rules, find a leader, and POOF! This idea popped into my head. Right where it says:
"My parents are gone, yours are too. I tried to call both of them, only a recording. Laney is 18. All of them are over 18. Thinking of something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Kim rolled her eyes and frowned.
"Get over it! That's not what this is about!"
They studied it in class, too. Jack was bringing it up and Kim is saying that it can't happen.
By the way, I wanted to put this in here really badly. R.I.P. TO THOSE ON THE TITANIC! Let's hope those souls got into heaven and are doing great up there or in the afterlife, or whatever could have happened to them.
