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Ziv's Backstory Chapter 6I flew threw space. I had been flying for a few hours and I think I had the hang of this whole voot thing.
"Computer, I need the closest and the safest planet right away, please." I commanded.
The computer made a bunch of beeping noises and the computer responded, "Destination-Earth."
I nodded and looked out the window, seeing a large planet that looked absolutely nothing like irk. "This is just temporary. I'll find a nice home in no time." I sighed to myself. The ship was getting closer and closer to the planet and suddenly I felt us dropping.
I pressed hard on the brakes, but the ship crashed hard into the ground, behind a large building. I opened the door and jumped out. "And now for a disguise..."
I looked through the options and finally found a decent one. Yellow smiley face t-shirt, jeans, converse, blue eyes, long, messy hair; no one would notice me. Perfect.
I put on the disguise. "Hm. I like it." I looked around.
"Now, computer," I mumbled, "Where can I learn about
Ziv's Backstory Chapter 5When I woke up the next morning, Mom wasn't on the table anymore. She was gone, forever. And I couldn't believe it.
Please, just let this be a dream... But I knew it wasn't. Mom was really gone. And I was really going to be stuck here forever.
"I see that you're awake." I heard my dad's voice say. I looked up and realized he was standing over me. "She's finally gone." He sighed happily, "And now it's just me and my son."
Now I wasn't just mad. I was amazingly, terribly, terrifyingly furious. And I was going to kill something.
And then I couldn't see anything. Everything just went black. I had no idea what was going on. And I couldn't control myself.
"Ziv... You're eyes... they're turning black..." I heard my fathers voice. And then I heard screams and crying.
What the hell... What's going on? Why can't I move? Why cant I speak?
Because you've gained your own strength, Ziv.
Was that my mom's voice...?
Mom? Is that you? I felt so stupid talking to my
Ziv's Backstory Chapter 4We were chained to large tables. I was beside my mother. I bit my lip, holding in sobs. I was scared, you would be too. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I had to get us out of here. I looked around. My mom and I were both hooked up to those large life monitors. Not a good sign.
I examined the room for some sort of exit. Nothing I could see. The room was small. There were no doors or windows. There had to have been some sort of compartment. I needed to find it. I needed to save my mom.
Think hard, Ziv. Where would be a good spot for a compartment?
I looked quickly, looking everywhere. I didn't see anything. Maybe it was a transportation device? There had to be a way out... Right? Of course, there had to be. If we'd gotten in here, there had to be a way out. It couldn't have been impossible for me to figure out, my IQ being extremely high for a fourteen year old experiment.
My mom was stiff and quiet. I hated to see her like this. I knew that she was in deep trouble
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