FrayedDawn

One What the world wanted was a cure. What they found was another flaw.  I still remember when they told us over the Internet. I had restarted school for a few weeks then, just returning back to the normalcy setting in after the First Coming. I found my older brothers home early, huddled around our archaic laptop. My mom leaned against the kitchen counter, her mouth frozen in an O. My dad's eyes were narrowed by age lines, intensified by stress.  President Hydro's shrewd, rodent-like face filled the screen. Her makeup did little to hide her emotions, a mixture of hope and doubt. Her sharp eyes kept darting back and forth across the scre