a rewriten part of an old story

now remember all i wrot ethis when i was 14 and am only just now resurecting it,

Chapter one

“Brethell! Where are you?” Sobbed May Marxian

“Brethell! Come quick!” flapping her arms like a chicken in distress, and nothing like a damsel, May turned from the man in her underground doorway.

“Mother, what is it? Who is that? Mitchell?” I asked both my mother and the man in our doorway who looked like Mitchell

“Mitch what are you wearing?” I inquired of the man, who I felt sure was my bother

“Don’t ask questions! Come now! You may bring two things each. Hurry! She’s waiting.” Spoke the monotonous Mitchell. Mother was sobbing and blubbering, I glared strangely at the man who now looked only like the shell of Mitchell, the brother I loved, I grabbed my diary and a full pen as my two things, I did not yet see what mom had taken with her.

Mitch led us up unto the top. Mother for the first time in sixteen years saw what day looked like and she cried even harder. I, used to the sight, walked without looking about, but mother looked everywhere she was finally looking at the world I had to look at every day, the empty streets, the cars, the tall building, the wind whistling through broken rotting walls. Cars line the street doors open from when every one disappeared. I was glad she never had to go up. Until now she was safe under ground.

Where were they taking us I wasn’t yet old enough to leave I was only fifteen “what’s going on?” I asked Mitch

“The laws have changed all people over ten must evacuate.” He answered with no feeling and no expression what so ever, Mitch led us to a large space transport

“Get in. you will find you seats they are numbers 1023, and 1025, remember these numbers, there are yours and you will be called by them.” He said, waiting for us to enter and find our seats, then checking all were seated, He closed the door. We found after he had done this that none of us could move, there were about 50 other people aboard, so instead we talked.