Tokyo-Zion Academy Times

I met an angel-faced boy today. His name was Milo Cash. I could never forget him if I tried. He was a tiny little thing. The best way to describe Milo was skinny and short. When I first saw him, I thought he was in kindergarten. We met on the playground. Everyone in my class was still talking about the invasion. They all wanted to know who this enemy was. Some of the kids were really scared. Others were angry. I personally didn’t care at the time. Kat taught Lyle and I not to form opinions until we had the facts. I didn’t know anything about the enemy just yet. So, I kept my mouth shut and went on with my little life.

My classmates asked me how I could be so calm at a time like this. I just shrugged at them.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “We don’t really know the details. So how can we be scared of what we don’t know?” They all looked at me like I had lost my little mind. Then, they all turned back to their worried conversation. I shook my head at them.

“Whatever,” I mumbled to no one in particular. I walked away to find my brother. That’s when I saw that young angel. He stood near the fence looking out at the street. I could only see his back. His hair was black and choppy. His clothes look so messy. I didn’t think I had even seen him here at school before. I blinked to see if I was seeing things. No, this kid was real. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. How long had he been in this school? Who was he? Was he new? I decided to go and find out. I walked over to this kid staring at the road. I came up next to him.

“See anything interesting?” I asked.

“It’s always the same,” he said. “Day after day after day after day after day.” I found myself surprised by his accent.

Chapter Three: The Way Life is:

I never understood our politics growing up. Everything just looked black and white to me. That’s how little kids my age see the world. However, it all started to change for me in the coming events. Lyle knew a little bit better than I ever did. I looked up to him because of it. One day while were walking to school on our first day, I said, “Lyle.” He turned to me after looking both ways before crossing the street to get to the “tunnel bus” as we called it.

“Yeah?” he asked. I shuffled my pink jellied foot a little bit.

“I heard we might have a war soon,” I spoke up. “Is that true?” Lyle’s face expression didn’t change.

“Claudia, they’ve been saying that for months!” he said bluntly. “Nothing has changed yet.” We crossed the street when the traffic was clear. I still wasn’t satisfied. Little kids like me could be curious to no end. That is one weakness of us. That was certainly my weakness.

“But they keep talking about it,” I said. “I’m scared that you might get shipped off to war.” Lyle snorted at me.

“I can’t go to war!” he protested. “I’m only a kid!”

“You’ll be thirteen soon,” I pointed out.

One thing that puzzles us is the fact that Kat managed to keep it together all the way through the events that led up to the invasion of Berlin in 2071. Any normal person would have snapped and killed someone by the time we got out of there. But Kat managed to keep it all together. As a result, we all were able to escape from Berlin in the night without any harm. Life in the states was hard for Lyle and me, but Kat made it all work out for all of us. We’re still trying to figure out how.