Germany’s Distress:

June 7th, 2071 marked the start of Germany’s darkest hour. I was in bed at the time. The sound of the digital radio warming up pulled me away from my dreams of marzipan. I lifted my head to see Lyle flipping to the news. I squinted my eyes as I rolled over on my back.

“Lyle?” I asked.

“Shhh!” he hissed.

“Lyle, what the hell are you doing in my friend?” I asked.

“Quiet,” he said. I frowned at his intrusion in my room. What was so damn important that he had to bring the radio in my room? That’s when it all became clear.

“This is German Public Access 8.92,” the DJ announced. “Bringing you the news.” I rolled my eyes under the sheets.

“You just came in here to listen to the news?” I asked.

“Shhh!” Lyle hissed.

“Our top story today,” the DJ said. “Enemies forces have invaded Germany.” I sat up in bed with big eyes.

“What?” I mouthed.

“Around midnight, the enemy took out the first line with only two of their boats. The guard tower’s been knocked down to the sand at 12:11. The front line has been taken over at this time. I repeat, the front line has been taken over at this time. Stay with us for further announcements.” My eyes trailed over to Lyle.

“Did they just…” I began to ask. My brother nodded.

“Yeah…” he said. We both were silent. The rest of the morning felt surreal. Yesterday was actually normal. I was planning on saving up money to buy my precious white clock. And now all of this?

Lyle and I made it down to our kitchen. Kat sat alone at the table. We stood in the doorway, staring at her. She didn’t seem to notice us until she turned the page in her grade book.

“Good morning kids,” she said. I stepped forward into the kitchen.

“Kat,” I said.

“Hm?” she asked.

“Are we being invaded?” I asked. She lowered her pen.

“Yes,” she said. “We have been invaded.” We didn’t speak anymore after that. Breakfast just consisted of toasted pastries and milk. Kat finished up her grades for the semester. It felt so uncomfortable that morning. I wished that I could say something to kill the silence. I bit my lip as I tried to think of something.

“We’re going out to the park for our summer class,” was all Lyle said.

“Be careful when you do,” Kat replied. “Finish your breakfast first.”

“Okay,” I said. Once Lyle and I ate up, we slipped away from the table and headed out for the day.

Dead quiet. The streets felt dead around us. All eyes stayed locked on us. I clung onto Lyle’s arm, but he pushed me off.

“Get off,” he muttered.

“But Lyle,” I whispered. “I don’t like them staring at us.”

“I don’t either, but don’t act like a baby,” he whispered. We happened to look up and see the crossing guard lady eyeing us. She looked confused and scared.

“The invasion has gotten to everyone,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Lyle replied. We quickly hurried across the street to the park. In our summer nature class, the invasion was all everyone could talk about. I looked around me at the many questions being asked.

“Are they going to kill us?”

“Will we go to war?”

“What will happen to us?”

“I’m scared.”

“I don’t want to die!”

I shut my eyes for a tight moment. I wanted so badly to scream at them all to shut up. Their complains weren’t helping me feel any better at all. Apparently, I must have walked to the edge of the park with my frustration. Because when I opened my eyes, there were no people around. Just the trees, a swing, and a long fence. I looked around me again.

When was this ever here?, I thought. I looked up ahead and noticed a boy with curly, dark brown hair staring at the road in front of the fence. It took me about five seconds to figure out who that was. My eyes grew wide in shock.

“Milo?” I asked. He turned and looked up at me. I raced over to him when I saw how corpse-pale his face looked.

“Milo?” I asked. “Milo, what’s wrong?” He turned back to the road. I looked out along with him.

“What is it?” I asked. “Is it the traffic?”

“It has changed!” he cried. I gave him an odd look.

“What do you mean it’s changed?” I asked.

“It’s changed!” he cried. “It’s changed! It’s changed! It’s changed!” He broke down into tears as he clutched onto the fence, shaking. I didn’t know what to say at the time. But within six months time, it all became clear to me.

Looking back, part me wishes that it didn’t.

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