Year 2089, a lot of historical events took place in just almost of century, from pandemics to zombie outbreaks and tons more. They felt like it's the end of the world or something, but it's still standing as the way it is. After all of those events humanity made a promise to strive together and set aside their differences, nobody trusted them that it would work out. Seeing it now they were wrong, it did work out for the better.

    Technology has blessed them even more, all of these people working together finally achieved peace and prosperity. From easily accessible holograms used for some teaching in schools to highly advanced walls made to be full proof from natural disasters. Even though humanity is blessed, they learned their lesson from being too greedy and actually didn't fully adapt to being futuristic. Of course they used some equipment to make their lives even better but they wanted to stick to riding busses and other vehicles to school rather just instantly getting their via teleportation pad. 

    Everything is beautiful.. And some are living their lives while others still don't know when to give up... That is until "they opened something they shouldn't have"

    Follow Reanna's adventure in a improved world in high school. Living her life to the fullest and who knows maybe "something" out of the ordinary happens.

It All Started At Hi!!! School (My unexpected someone)

'Day four is going to be the day they will launch their attack at us, luckily we still have time to prepare ourselves. When push comes to shove we might have to split up,' 


Chase along with Grant seemed to be planning something, both of them are talking far away from us while we pack our things and prepare for the horde. Caroline and Aisha are also discussing something from the other corner of the room, maybe a backup plan perhaps??? 


'The rest of us are just packing our belongings and getting ready although it's almost night time, we still need to decide who's attacking from the backlines to escape and who's defending,' I thought to myself as I put all of our garbage in a plastic bag. 


“Do you think we can win this event?” someone asked. 


I glanced beside me and it was Dean, wiping some plates with a cloth “depends on our actions,” I replied. 


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