Chapter One

Hello.

My name is Lau Lisa.

I am 16 years old.

I live in Merrioburg, Eriewood. I was born and raised in the US.

It is the year 2188.

Many events have happened. War, disease, and mass destruction of entire continents.

We no longer have what used to be Australia. It was just a flat, empty, barren wasteland, used 100 years later to dump the technology that tried to take over the world in 2076.

I understand that you haven't experienced any of this so I am going to tell you the beginning of my story and I guess I'll just go from there.

Touch the screen three times to enter my story. (Be sure to make sure that your screen to where the paragraphs are in boxes for full effect.)

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"Mom! I'm home," I said, setting my bookbag near the coat rack near the door. I heard laughter ring through the house. Both a man's and a woman's. It sounds like she's got a new boyfriend.

"Oh, come to my room! I want you to meet someone. Says he's English teacher," my mom called out in Chinese. At the mention of my English teacher, my heart dropped. Why is my teacher at my house? Now that I realized it, it smelled like him, cheap cologne and cigarettes. Not bad, but not good.

Once I got near her room, the cigarette smell got stronger. My mom never smokes.

As I entered, the smell was so strong I realized that he was smoking. In the house. In a room that has windows that don't open. I ran over to where he was standing and snatched it from his hand.

"Hey! No smoking in the house! If you are, open a window! Mom's got weak lungs, you incompetent muppet !"

"Sorry, I didn't know. And that is no way to speak to your teacher."

"We're not in school, so I see no fit to show the same respect I give you at school."

"That's just being disrespectful, especially to a man that loves your mother."

"Oh, yes. We have been dating long time. He taught me how to say some words that I know." my mother gushed.

"Seems like he hasn't gotten to grammar yet. And I could have taught you. I am on a higher level than any of the kids in my class, even the ones that speak English already. I know as much as he does."

"I didn't want to trouble you," she said in Chinese. "I just wanted to let you finish up school before you began to worry about me."

"But mom-"

"No buts. I just want the best for you, especially since your father died. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to leave for a business trip. Jefre, stay here with her so I can make sure that she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Sorry for your loss," my teacher inputted once my mom left.

"No one asked you, Jefre! And no, you aren't sorry for my loss. People only say that so people think they care when they don't," I screamed, tears trailing down my face. "You don't know how much I suffered after my father's death. I could have learned so much more, considering the fact he was already American and I could have learned more about your customs. I could have been learning more stuff about things like cars and fishing and boating. But no. For ten years, mom searched for someone that can teach me those things. But each time they break it off because she has two children that do stuff they don't like, like tell them to not track mud through the house. Take off your shoes when walking in the house. You mess up something, clean it up. Those types of things. What do you benefit from her? Huh? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HER? A DIFFERENT LIFE SINCE YOUR LAST WIFE WAS A CRAZY BITCH?" (Forgot to mention one thing: he can speak Chinese fluently, just for those that are confused)

"Don't talk about her like that! She was a little odd in the mind, but never call her a crazy bitch. Even I wouldn't dare to call her that and I was the one who divorced her!"

"Well, then why don't you go back to her since you guys are both crazy!"

"Because she cheated on me with my dad!" That shut me up really quickly.

"What?"

"You heard me right, you little chopstick. She f*cked my dad with me in the room. IN THE ROOM! She saw me and kept moving, kept moaning. The look she had on her face was filthy and made me want to hurt her. You asked what I benefit from your mother. Here's my answer: another chance to be a father. Another chance? What happened to the first one? She killed my children while they were inside of her. She stabbed herself twice in the womb and killed my twins. A boy and a girl. David and Elizabeth." A tear ran out of his eye. "That would make you want to hurt someone, you know? You work hard, just so you can support your upcoming family, come home to your wife smiling and telling you she killed the babies. And worse, she even told me how she did it with a smile on her face. She asked me what I wanted for dinner and left me so it can soak in. Imagine this: you come home two weeks later, find a suit jacket on the couch and a bra draped across your favorite halo-potted plant. Walk into your bedroom to find her being doggy styled by my father. MY FATHER! She started moaning louder and louder until my own father came inside her. She would rather have my father's children than mine. I have attempted suicide twice since then. What do I want from your mother? Another chance at a family. That's all." he sighed.

"I can't say I'm sorry because it is not going to change anything. It doesn't change the fact she cheated. If anything, our stories are similar. I came in my room to my boyfriend 69ing my sister. The reason why you don't see her? I said that the next time I see her, I was going to shove a fully loaded rifle directly into her ass and pull the trigger until it is empty. And my boyfriend? I said I was going to slice his balls off, stir fry them, and feed them to a bunch of homeless people."

"Really? Stir fry them? I would boil them with vinegar and salt, and feed them to roaches."

"That was the best thing I could come up with at the time. And why?"

"Why what?"

"Elizabeth. As a name for your daughter?"

"I felt that she was going to be just like you. Even that anger episode you had earlier would have been her."

"Sorry about that. I just had a bad day and was irritated that I saw one of my teachers here when I just wanted to come home and sleep. Speaking of sleep, leave."

"No."

"Why?"

"Your mom told me to stay here with you. So, I'm staying and making dinner. And no, we will not have stir-fried balls."

"Where would we find them? 'Cause you don't have any." He stood there a second to register what I just said. During the time he was processing it, I ran out of the room and was half-way up the stairs.

"Hey!" I heard him yell up the stairs and jumped to where I was standing. I scrambled down the hall and barely made it to my door when I felt a heavy body crash into mine, sending us both down on top of my bed.

I looked up into his eyes and looked down. He was hard. As a rock.

We sat there for a minute before we realized that my mom was at the other doorway into my room looking at me blankly.

"Damn," I sighed, bracing myself for the worst.