The Archive

''If you found this archive, please read farther. this story is about my parents, members of the government''

For the longest time, I was told that everything was fine, for the longest time, I was told that my parents were great people, that spent their time helping people, and being nice to those with lowers status's in society. I didn't know that all three of these would be disproven in only the span of seven days, a week, one week, all three of these would be deputed, and it would be clear to me. It was when I was in the eighth grade when it happened,a young, gullible...stupid girl who thought she was mature, smart, and aware of everything around her, and of course I wasn't considering the beginning of this story  being serious, void, and vague. I am very sorry if you aren't alive to read this, as this is only an archive of truth that will spread, and eventually spread so far that my parents cant let you live any longer to tell another soul. That time is approaching fast for me, however, I will do my very best to type this true story on this archive, so it will be recorded and documented, to hopefully spread truth of my parents.

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It was a Friday, and my aunt Cassidy, a fat, and....ugly wolf, had come to my school to let me know that I was coming over to her house today for dinner. I was pleased, because I haven't seen aunt Cassidy in a while, and it was time to get to catch up with her. I had so many things to ask, but I began with the question: "so,you must be picking me up because Mom and dad are doing something, right?" I asked, stuffing a social studies folder into the big pocket in my backpack. Her face went pale, but she nodded, and helped me load my heavy backpack, filled with a plethora of heavy textbooks, including a literacy book, my social studies books, my science books, my math books, onto the truck with much effort, considering each of my textbooks weighed around five pounds each (not exaggerating). "thanks for picking me up from school, aunt Cassidy" I said. "no problem, Mystic." she said.

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As we drove along the road, I decided to ask aunt Cassidy what my parents were doing that caused her to have the need to pick me up from school instead of them. She looked down and thought for a moment. "they are....they are going out tonight" she said. "so I picked you up from school because of that" she said, pulling up to the driveway of her house. huh? The house was usually pretty, with clusters of grapes growing on the pillars, and a nice, sunny, happy feeling, roses everywhere in the front yard. It was like this the last time I saw aunt Cassidy last year. not today. the grass was golden dead, the roses were bent over in dismay, brown instead of red, the usual light pink paint outside the house was chipped, dull, and not as clean as it used to be. the clusters of juicy grapes were no more than smashed purple lumps on the dead grass, getting eaten by bugs. she usually took so much care and love into the look, and feel of her house. it changed my mood from happy, to sad just by seeing the sad, dull, unhappy house sitting in front of me.

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When we came inside, I noticed a decrease in quality on the inside as well. instead of a happy, homey feel to it, with nice, homemade polished wooden furniture, there were only sad and stale store bought wooden benches and tables. There wasn't even air conditioning any more. she used to love taking care of her house dearly. instead of sunlight streaming in through clean, crisp windows, no light came in through closed, dark, dirty windows. the door was a splintery brown instead of a clean, sharp pink. I could go on forever about how much care was decreased with aunt Cassidy's house, but I will instead, inform you of why this is the case. You see, aunt Cassidy was conversing with my parents so much that she had no time to take care of her own house. you see, Aunt Cassidy was a fat, ugly, squishy worm inside of a sweet, juicy, crunchy apple. In other words, she was fake, and had always been fake, But I didn't know.

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She ordered Chinese takeout for dinner. It wasn't what I was expecting. I was expecting a bowl of hot, cozy veggie stew with soft boiled cellary, and boiled potatoes, and maybe some carrots, pees, and maybe some garlic flavor. she knows it is my favorite. I ate the food and pretended I was fine with it. But this wasn't like her. It wasn't like her at all. The care was gone, the nice emotion was gone. After I was done, I went into the basement, not knowing I would discover something horrifying down there. I saw an unfinished basement before me. another flaw in her house. one of the guest beds was slanted against the wall...the dresser had things cluttered inside and on top of it. I found a recorder in the corner of the room, covered in a layer of choking dust. I slowly pressed the button for it to play, and aunt Cassidy, and my parents were talking to each other.

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"Cassidy, we will need you to take her, we cant have her on the loose when we are spreading it, you cant let her see friends, she cant know we are doing this" said my parents. what? I thought. "fine, i'll take her to the phantom lands in order to pay for their service to us" aunt Cassidy explained. I heard footsteps coming down the basement steps. aunt Cassidy yelled: "I know you are down here!" she said. I pounded the button that allowed me to stop the recording. I grabbed the recorder, and hid in the closet across from the slanted bed. There was something I had to do. My aunt and parents were up to something. The footsteps continued until the opening and closing of a door could be heard. I sank down, and I accidentally pressed the resume button. the next thing I knew it, the closet door opened.

I must hurry to finish this document... I hear my parents footsteps.

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