Ok. tell me this is better than my other three stories but critisism is allowed The Unwanted ~1~ “You want some more water, Angie?” Carmen asked me. “Nah. I’m right thanks” I replied what a nice way to say it as a girl? Carmen is 7 years older than me. At the moment she is my guardian until I find out what happened to my parents. We had lived together in a hollow, underground spot full of dust and scrap metal. Not the ideal life I wanted to have, but I did live. There was some kind of war, I can’t remember why but all of Sydney was in trouble. While Carmen was driving us to safety, an explosion from behind flipped her car into a hole. We slowly crept out of the car, blood all over us, and here we are now. After the war was over, we climbed out of the hole and Sydney was surprisingly fixed! Like we had been sleeping for weeks and had only dreamt the war. We walked on the footpath, still confused and scared, there was no one here. Sydney had been rebuilt and then abandoned for some reason. So there you go. Carmen is now my adult guardian. After a while, we walked to a hotel which again was five star and abandoned. So we started to live there and have some fun! We had the whole city to ourselves! What’s wrong with that?! So anyway, it’s been 6 months since then and people have started to come back and take jobs and Sydney was normal again! “I’m going for another audition today” Carmen told me. She was very big on performing. I didn’t like auditions much. They were scary! “you have to come along with me.” Of course! She has to drag me along so she can dance for her life and get cut! So at the audition, she had to learn some choreography and dance a solo. Her solo was the best of all the solos there but she stuffed up in the choreography so she got cut. Typical Carmen. I waited for outside the hall. She was balling her eyes out so I took her to dinner to eat away her misery. Hey, it helps me. “Thanks Angie. I would have never been the same without this dinner. Whats this place called again?” Oh yeah. Another thing with Carmen, she tends to forget a lot when she’s upset. “Mc Donalds” I replied. See? Who forgets that a fifteen year old can’t take a 22 year old anywhere but McDonalds for dinner? As we were walking out, she was limping so I supported her shoulder with my hand. When She said she could walk, I moved my hand away. Then we heard this shot out of no where and Carmen fell to the floor. I used her phone to call an ambulance but I didn’t know which suburb we were in. I helped her but a local in a hooded jumper came with a gun, pulled it to Carmen’s head and said “Take this you f**n b**ch!” BANG! I sat there. Scared to death. Carmen is dead. And all I could do was watch.
