Merry Xmas and a happy new year, or you know, whatever. Sorry for being so late. I was studying for Physics exam- best in class now :3 also insipration failure month. I spent alot of time on this- I have had troubles contacting my Beta as in- Computer won't let me. So this is all I got.

Flash back...

Drew

A little girl sat in front of the fire, the flames danced lazily over the once chair leg. She stared at the brickwork behind it all. The bricks were a dull grey but some looked as if they used to be bright red.

"What do you mean your leaving! You have a daughter to look after!"

"John I can't stand it! The house is falling apart and we live beside the bloody Error lands for gods sake!"

"My family have lived here since before the war! We have grown food here for generations!"

"I don't care! I have no friends, no job, my home is a piece of shit and Drew can't even read!" The woman threw her glass bottle to the side smashing it to peices. The girl only inhaled sharply as a piece dug into her jaw.

"So stay and help us make it better!"

"No john I'm leaving! Merry Christmas!" The blond skinny woman slammed the door shut, a raggedy man followed her pleading. The girl sat still, glaring at the brick work. She looked over to a small box, the red colour had faded but it hadn't lost its importance. Drew crawled over and pulled the lid off and carefully lifted the set out. She placed the black and white gear over her head. She slowly placed her finger on play.

Timothy

"Merry Christmas Mum, Dad!" A tall skinny boy, about four years old rushed in with a small bundle of paper in his arms. "I got you pres..."
Two figures in black turned from their map and glared at him.

"Go back to training, now."

"But what about Santa and the.."

"Santa doesn't exist. Get to the gym NOW!" The two screeched. The boy slouched and wandered aimlessly back to were he came from. He did not cry or howl, that would be a sign of weakness.

15hrs later.

The cleaner waddled into a dark room, the map on the wall and the gear on the table had long since been tidied away. She sighed, she didn't want to spend Christmas here. She fetched her mop but something caught her foot. She glanced down at the sparkly red paper, untouched. She knew who it was from and who it was for. Just like last year.

Phyllis

'Dear Santa,

How are you this year? You must be really old. Is it hard to get down the chimney? In class we learnt about you before the computer wars! It was really sad. Is it true that people used to go around in smelly cars and fill the air with CO2, we also leant about how to calculate speed! I worked out that you would have to go faster than light to deliver all the gifts. My Daddy can go the speed of light. He's a police officer and he catches all the bad people so he has to be really fast!

This Christmas I would like an A in maths and Physics. Cause then I can become a soldier in the time battles! Then I will be able to stop bad people like my Daddy does. I would also like Daddy and my brother to be safe. When my brother is sad he does bad stuff but he doesn't mean it! I'm scared though, Daddy had a fight with a bad man last week and had to go to hospital. They said it was a mafia man. I think it's a type of chocolate or toy, but why would a person made of chocolate attack Dad?

Hope you have a good Christmas and like the cookies I made you

XXX

Phyllis aged 7

Pippa

The twelve year old sat at home like she always did. She sat at the handmade computer like she always did. Her parents were not home like they always were. The only difference was the stocking under a small tree and a twelve year old hacking a government website to add some decorations for all the workers that couldn't come home that night.
Then she made some adjustments to the glasses she made, then made sure that the neighbours were all healthy. She sat at her computer once again. Alone on Christmas day.

Elspeth

"Elspeth... ELSPETH!"

"Yes sir?"

"What are you doing! Get away from the window!"

"No."

"Get the fuck away and help me with the fucking turkey!"

"See you later." The teen with short red hair stood up from her seat and walked out the door leaving the screeching man to his work. As she left the apartment block her ears were filled with the sound of police cars, there was a crying baby a few houses away. This area was the cheapest part of Anderson Heights. If the population kept growing they would be moved to a new village. Elspeth looked down at her shredded red jeans. Well when you say red you could also say light brown as the colour slowly faded. She walked away from the tall blocks of cement and into the richer side of her local town. All the houses were covered in lights but one, she knew that house and it occupants. They had just lost their father. She continued to wander, street after street until she came to a small home. The few lights sparkled like the stars and the beautiful decorations sat snugly in the garden. A single voice glided through the silence, a beautiful small voice of a teenage girl called Amanda. Elspeth stood from the distance and watched the red head dance around, her curls bouncing and her black dress and school shoes, which had been well cleaned. Amanda was not rich but yet still beautiful in every way.

Then everything went silent, time seemed to stop as the red fountain shot out from her curls and the girl fell. The screams filled the air but no-one heard. The town was too big and had became a target and she was the first too fall. Elspeth's little Amanda. She had spent hours watching her at school and when she was lonely. She had beat every boy that broke her little angels heart, scared every cheerleader who called her fat. But never spoke to her, cause she couldn't. Talking was hard and pointless.
Plus, it's too late now.

She's dead

Yules over, hogmanay soon. Have a merry new year.