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Author's Note: The idea for Amy, Jack and Jacky was for them to be mine and my friend's grandchildren, Amy's last name is my boyfriend's last name, and Jack and Jacky's last name is my friend's crushes last name.

Disclaimer: I own all of this.

Prolouge:
Not the same Future

Do you remember the stories your parents used to tell you? The ones about the future, where cars fly and sidewalks moved on their own, Or you could stand on a platform an it would beam you to a different place. There would be robots and holograms and buildings that shot into the atmosphere. And you could go to places beyond your wildest dreams.

You would watch Star Wars and dream about living on another planet and meeting aliens, or traveling at light speed. It's ideas and dreams like that that would fuel your imagination, and would cause you to try to make those dreams a reality. You would dream of a time where there isn't any war, and peace was all we would know. Your parents would say that a world like that was only a few years away.

But, I'm here to tell you that it's all a lie. And I should know. I'm from a not so far away future where only hate and suffering live, where only war reigns and where there is no such thing as peace and hope. That is our future.

Sixteen years ago, three terrorists - no thanks to airport sercurity - were able to smuggle bombs and other weapons into the country. As others attacked from the outside, these three fought from within. Destroying the country from the outside and in.

In five years the country would be a shadow of its former self, a post-war disaster. The war would spread and in another year no one would be safe. We would enter our third World War, then no one would be free. There would be no liberty or freedom, no peace or trust, nor love or hope, all that would vanish with the first gun shot.

Now, ten years later people still fight, blinded by their own pride, they have yet to see what this war has done to us. To think it's all just 45 years away.

I am Maybella Cheyanne Bovee, daughter of Commander Danny G. Bovee and Brigadier General Eve V. Reese, granddaughter of Josh P. Bovee and Codi C. Schmitt. I am fifteen years old, and I've seen more bloodshed then most soldiers have seen in all their years of duty.

This is my story.

The scary thing is, this story could become real, it only takes one person to destroy everything we have ever known. I'm writing this story not only to inform you about what could happen if things keep on going the way they have been, but to share the story of a girl who gets the opportunity to make a difference, just by changing the life of one boy.

I want to prove that love is all we need to make a difference. If we just put down the guns and worked together then maybe world peace would actually be possible. My brother will be graduating from Military training soon, and I want to save him from seeing all the horror that war brings.

I hope someone important will read this story and realize that we don't need to fight, we just need to love.

Next Chapter:

Chapter 1: Tanks and Best Friends

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