Running Away

I only have one word that could describe my feelings right now. The one word that tells a story with ten thousand words. That word is….that word is something I don't know yet, I can't seem to figure that out. I want my life to continue the way it used to be…when everyone was aways happy, and the Earth was untouched. i had a home, and a family. It's that group. That group, the….that's something I don't remember either. It's like some sort of weird amnesia hit me. But as of 3 months ago, there isn't really a world anymore. But a series of events have been taking place that might end the malfia-like group that comatosed our world. I want to help stop the, too. My name is Rachel Shane, and I'm one of the 300 Remembrances. The Remembrances are people who weren't enslaved by the Empire….that's the name. We are still out and about, in hiding, trying to avoid the group as much as we can. I want the world to go back to normal, but how much more can I take?