Okay, so, a little introduction, This is about a character from a story of mine, Brooke Grenwell, from The 3000s. This takes place in 2989, she's fifteen. The war on the Terramors started only a few years back, the Terramors are the royal family in this dystopian world, the current Queen, Courtney, is an absolute evil, like a super villian times 5. And Brooke does hate them, but the day she realizes that she's not only in a novel, but one of the four main characters, well, bad things happen.
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Brooke's Realization
I woke up one morning, just like any other morning, but when I looked outside it looked as if the trees were miraculously losing all their leaves at once.
“Brandon.” I whispered, but he didn’t wake. “Brandon!” I shook his arm more urgently, he bolted up.”
“What? What’s happening!?” He exclaimed, I pointed out the window of the trailer, and all the trees were normal again. I sat dejectedly on my sleeping bag, and he rolled over to go back to sleep. Sometimes I feel like I’m really going crazy. And then, a sudden whoosh shook the whole trailer, it felt like wind, sort of, maybe like a wind from a hurricane. Everybody jolted awake at that moment. The next thing was the boom. With a loud crashing sound of impending doom, everybody screamed. I didn’t. I just stood up and walked to the door.
“Brooke! Don’t you dare open that door!” Mike, Brandon’s older brother, glared at me. “Well, then are we just going to let whatever it is, destroy us? Or not?” I snapped and pushed the door open, and the moment I did, I got sucked through the door, with an invisible force. And everything went dark.
Next thing, I woke up with a realization. A horrible realization, This isn’t real. None of it is.
“Brooke, you woke up! You fell and hit your head, badly, but you’ll recover. Isa said you’ll be fine by Sunday.” Brandon exclaimed.
“None of this is fine, we aren’t real. Brandon. I just know it! We are somebodies sick entertainment. Our lives, our thoughts, our actions, everything is planned out by someone. And it’s not good.” I cried out.
“You’re talking nonsense.” Amber laughed, “I knew she fell, but that’s just stupid! Do you believe in god now? Where were they when Crystal took over a hundred and something years ago? Huh?”
“Not god! We are a story! A figment of someone’s imagination and it’s awful!” I snapped and sat up.
“There is no use arguing with Mike, not until he’s told to stop the war, more like controlled into stopping it. Everything is fake. Believe me or not, we can’t win until they-” I pointed at the sky, “Want us too.”
“Well, even if that were true, there isn’t anything we can do about it.” Mike walked over, “Fight it. Mike, the system is telling you to say that! Our lives are jokes until we take control of them! I swear! Everyone can do it!” I pointed at everybody I could see individually. My head throbbed, but I didn’t care.
“Brooke. Calm down, you aren’t thinking right.” Brandon shushed me, and then the doors swung open.
“You guys need to get out of here, the TU is on their way and you’re screwed if the robots find you.” Xachsher. Xachsher fricking Terramor was at the door.
“HOW ARE YOU HERE!? The only explanation is this is fake, it doesn’t make any sense. Why, and how, would you get here before the robots?” I screeched, Brandon covered my mouth with a piece of fabric, I rolled my eyes, and then the trailer started rolling forward, with Xachsher Terramor on board.
“We are in a story.” He muttered moments later, and we cannot change our fates. I aggressively started nodding, everyone on board looked shocked, absolutely flabbergasted that such a thing could be true. Brandon removed my fabric thing from my mouth and I immediately started ranting, “You all trust Xachsher Terramor more than me? I told you! And I am right! But it is strange that the story is encouraging this, must be part of the plot.”
“No, I’m fighting the urge to turn off my tracking device so that my family can’t find us right now.” Xachsher joked. Everybody glared at him.
“Jeez! It’s not like the story wants you found right now, clearly, there are other plans.” He spoke.
“Brooke, we believe you, but what are we supposed to do about it?” Mike turned to me, I shrugged, and Amber interrupted me.
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