Here's Chapter 3 of The Alternate Universe. I hope you like it.

Chapter 3

As we returned home to our huge house, I noticed that my mom was waiting at the entryway—which was fairly large—and she was crying. I get out before the car goes in the garage, and my dad does nothing to stop me. I close the car door and run up to the entrance and hug my mother. "What are you doing? It's only been an hour since you seen me last." she choked up.

"I know, but you were crying, so I came up to see what was wrong," I said sincerely.

"I heard you're going to go to Ulrich's school for the year," she said, faking her surprise look.

My dad came in the house and said, "Your plane leaves tomorrow at six in the morning directly to France."

And I exclaimed, "Awesome! I can't wait to see Ulrich and meet his friends." I spent the next few hours saying goodbye, and packing—can't say goodbye to friends if I don't have any—and saying goodbye to other family members that are in America.

Blaze is awakened by an annoyingly loud alarm, and notices that he is going to France to see Ulrich and learn at a better school and make new friends. I walk out with all my stuff packed up at the door to the garage. As I walked to the kitchen, I noticed my father drinking coffee and dressed, and he sees me in my pajamas still and says, "Why aren't you dressed? We need to leave in…two hours… Okay, go watch TV," he laughs as I walk away.

I get dressed and pour myself a cup of Mtn. Dew, and finish getting ready to leave. I spend the last few hours playing some MMORPG on my laptop, hanging out with my mother and father before we leave to the airport, even though mom and dad will be joining me.

An hour has passed and my father says to me, "Almost ready to go, Blaze?"

I answer back positively, "Yes, dad. Mom, are you coming with us?"

My mom answered, forcing back tears and smiling. "Of course, honey. I'll go with you to see you leave."

Mom, Dad, and I carried my bags to the back of the Audire. "Dad, I find it funny you only own German cars."

My father responded, "Well, it's because I'm from German descent. My older brother. Otto. was born in Germany—same with Ulrich—but I was born in America in 1970. After my mother and father left Otto with my uncle, they moved to America for better opportunities, but the entire world was having problems due to the Euro-Asian war between the Russians and the Chinese, and thought it would end in a cataclysmic bang. Anyways, my parents couldn't take care of me, so they put me in an orphanage, and when I turned eighteen, I vowed to find my parents. But thanks to the computer, which was invented in 1920—did you know?—and to think, having computers starting out in the eighties, how insane! I didn't need it, though. My parents gave me info on where I could find them on a little letter, and I did find them, but I couldn't live with them, since I had a huge business made here. Trains, railroads, and moving stuff across America, I became a billionaire overnight, and discovering oil and its powers, within a few days apart."

"Wow, dad, that's a lovely story." I yawned at the end of my sentence.

"Sorry that I was boring you," he said sadly.

"No, dad, I really liked your life story, but I know the invention of the computer, and we have better things now. My watch has the computing power of a 1970 supercomputer."

My father groaned, and then said, "I know, but if it wasn't for our computers, you kids would still be playing ping."

"What's ping?" I asked curiously.

"Ping was a game about table tennis."

Thirty minutes went by until I noticed we had arrived at the airport. "We're here, Blazie," my mom said, pretending to not be sad. She then started having convulsive breathing, and then started balling her eyes out, mumbling incoherently about me leaving.

"Mom, it's okay. I'll be fine. I'll call every day, I promise, and if I don't call, you can call me," I reassured her.

She then said something I could understand. "Such a good boy, my Blaze." And the rest being incoherent babbling again.

"Mom?" I asked.

She mumbled something.

"Promise me this," I told her. She mumbled, but nodded. "Don't embarrass me in the airport please."

She instantly stopped crying and said, "Anything for my baby, Blaze."

A few older kids walked on by. But what made it better was that one of the teens said, "That kid's name is Blaze?"

And another one said, "He must be one real badass."

I helped out my parents, getting my bags out of the car, and walked to the airport front entrance.

Hope you liked it! Chapter 4 will be up shortly. Please review.