2 chapter 1: Meeting the Bre

So I figured out that life isn't the best of things. it's normally just something that you can't have twice. life is just life but yet again no one can relive it or ever see something they once saw before. yet not all can tell you that something isn't just something either. getting the same message twice while talking to your high school crush. Or getting his number written in the back of your hand for everyone to see. The bright blush of your cheeks as you walk by one of your best friends and they give you a thumbs up for the accomplishment of getting his number.

But yet you weren't very proud of it at all it was just something to hide from your friends that like to basically embarrass you out in public or your parents just scolding you for no apparent reason. Which is nothing new.

The life that Bre basically lives is something out of the ordinary yet or so she thought anyway.....

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"Bre..... Bre come on we have to go to class. Come on and get out of your daze already. We're gonna be late.." her red headed friend ruby said.

"Late for what? " I asked in return.

" History  as in Mrs. Bakers " the red head returned.

"Later in history class "

" Luetennet Manshed watch out for those asteroids. We need to miss them by 3 clicks if we're going to make it out of the enemy's fire alive. "

" Yes commander we got everything under control. "

Red lasers shoot right past the winged spacecraft, but not by much most. The enemy ship's where right on their tail. Zooming through cosmics fields of space rubble. Flying through different galaxies as fast as the speed of light itself. Just to get away from the few ships the empire( no not starwars ) sent after them.

" Commander we've been hit! " second in command (that's his name ) said.

The red lights started going off swirling around in circles like a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. The loud sirens started hissing through the air.

" Bre.... Bre...." Ms. Baker said trying to get her attention. Someone tapped her shoulder trying to gain her attention just to answer her question.

" Who's the first president of the United States of America? "

" Um...Uh Hitler! " I say with a little exciment then my face fell knowing that I didn't get the answer right.

"Nope sorry wrong answer, but you can try again next time around. " The Burnett teacher said.

About twenty minutes later class ended  and we all met up for lunch....