Earth (The Invasion Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Jessica Frances
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M um used to tell me that you always remember where you are for the important news in life. She was at a neighbour’s house, watching a speck of a TV, when man first landed on the moon. Their whole neighbourhood had turned up to watch the spectacular event.
Even though I was only four-years-old at the time, I still remember sitting on Mum and Dad’s bed listening to the small clock radio that Princess Diana had died. Mum sat next to me in shock and I tried to understand what it really meant. I also remember the day perfectly when I found out I had received a scholarship to go to an American college. Dad had raced into the gym, franticly looking for me. He had been a mixture of excited and nervous.
And now there is this news about the invasion. News I won’t ever forget, but I guess it won’t matter because soon there won’t be anyone left. When I found out we were being attacked, that we were being invaded and having to go to war against an unknown enemy, I was in my dorm room at the University of Oregon.
We’d all felt the earthquake two days earlier. At first, it just seemed like a freak thing, especially since all around the world people were feeling them. Even now, we’re not sure what caused it. If it was the machines that were preparing to attack us, which did something that made the ground shake, or if somehow our planet was trying to warn us. Give us a heads up that something evil was coming.
Either way , it doesn’t matter, not when we’re all about to die.
I had just finished my morning run when I walked back into my room and found Lisa, my roommate, crying. She was actually having a meltdown. Lisa tends to be a crier, but never before have I seen her so hysterical. I almost called out for help since I had no idea what was wrong when she pointed at the TV.
The invasion had hit south first; Australia, New Zealand and Indonesia were among the first to go black. The reporter had been talking via satellite to someone in Australia when the picture went dark. Soon, all transmissions were lost and no one was able to contact to anyone in the southern hemisphere. Not even satellite images were able to pick up on anything. It was like there was something blocking its view, something all-encompassing and not possible.
I came into this just as the reporter was saying that Japan was sending out fighter jets to survey the area. We waited hours while a sick feeling built inside me. Then they reported that those fighter jets had gone missing, too.
No one knew what was going on, but that didn’t matter to Lisa and me. We were both here in America on scholarships —mine for basketball and hers for lacrosse. I’m from Geelong in Victoria, Australia and Lisa is from Wellington, New Zealand. Basically, the day we found out about the invasion was the same day we knew our families were most likely dead. I tried to call home and sent out a hundred emails, but I couldn’t ever get through to them, didn’t get any replies.
The last time I spoke to them was a few days ago on Skype. Everything had been fine, with my parents celebrating an anniversary. I was telling them how excited I was to come home for winter. Summer is my favourite season, but I’d gladly give up my American summer off to spend winter at home. I got a bonus summer when I went home for a couple of weeks over Christmas.
I am only a month away from completing my first year at University, and now I never will finish.
So while everyone went on high alert after things became very suspicious, it hasn’t been until Europe went dark yesterday that we’ve gotten the first image of what we are up against and confirmation that we are under attack. We saw a fifteen second clip of the machines that are attacking us. They’re not of this world; they are foreign and unnatural.
E ven if it hadn’t been attacking us, if I’d just walked passed one in the street, it would have given me the creeps.
It appears to be made of metal except it’s smooth, as
M um used to tell me that you always remember where you are for the important news in life. She was at a neighbour’s house, watching a speck of a TV, when man first landed on the moon. Their whole neighbourhood had turned up to watch the spectacular event.
Even though I was only four-years-old at the time, I still remember sitting on Mum and Dad’s bed listening to the small clock radio that Princess Diana had died. Mum sat next to me in shock and I tried to understand what it really meant. I also remember the day perfectly when I found out I had received a scholarship to go to an American college. Dad had raced into the gym, franticly looking for me. He had been a mixture of excited and nervous.
And now there is this news about the invasion. News I won’t ever forget, but I guess it won’t matter because soon there won’t be anyone left. When I found out we were being attacked, that we were being invaded and having to go to war against an unknown enemy, I was in my dorm room at the University of Oregon.
We’d all felt the earthquake two days earlier. At first, it just seemed like a freak thing, especially since all around the world people were feeling them. Even now, we’re not sure what caused it. If it was the machines that were preparing to attack us, which did something that made the ground shake, or if somehow our planet was trying to warn us. Give us a heads up that something evil was coming.
Either way , it doesn’t matter, not when we’re all about to die.
I had just finished my morning run when I walked back into my room and found Lisa, my roommate, crying. She was actually having a meltdown. Lisa tends to be a crier, but never before have I seen her so hysterical. I almost called out for help since I had no idea what was wrong when she pointed at the TV.
The invasion had hit south first; Australia, New Zealand and Indonesia were among the first to go black. The reporter had been talking via satellite to someone in Australia when the picture went dark. Soon, all transmissions were lost and no one was able to contact to anyone in the southern hemisphere. Not even satellite images were able to pick up on anything. It was like there was something blocking its view, something all-encompassing and not possible.
I came into this just as the reporter was saying that Japan was sending out fighter jets to survey the area. We waited hours while a sick feeling built inside me. Then they reported that those fighter jets had gone missing, too.
No one knew what was going on, but that didn’t matter to Lisa and me. We were both here in America on scholarships —mine for basketball and hers for lacrosse. I’m from Geelong in Victoria, Australia and Lisa is from Wellington, New Zealand. Basically, the day we found out about the invasion was the same day we knew our families were most likely dead. I tried to call home and sent out a hundred emails, but I couldn’t ever get through to them, didn’t get any replies.
The last time I spoke to them was a few days ago on Skype. Everything had been fine, with my parents celebrating an anniversary. I was telling them how excited I was to come home for winter. Summer is my favourite season, but I’d gladly give up my American summer off to spend winter at home. I got a bonus summer when I went home for a couple of weeks over Christmas.
I am only a month away from completing my first year at University, and now I never will finish.
So while everyone went on high alert after things became very suspicious, it hasn’t been until Europe went dark yesterday that we’ve gotten the first image of what we are up against and confirmation that we are under attack. We saw a fifteen second clip of the machines that are attacking us. They’re not of this world; they are foreign and unnatural.
E ven if it hadn’t been attacking us, if I’d just walked passed one in the street, it would have given me the creeps.
It appears to be made of metal except it’s smooth, as
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