I sat there, watching and waiting as the moon began to set and soon the sun would rise. I wasn't sure why I was there. I shouldn't have been there, but he had asked me to go. I was always naive when it came to boys. What they really were asking for and what they wanted out of girls. It took me forever to understand that a boy was only hanging out with me because he wanted to touch my breast in eighth grade. I was oblivious, thinking that we were just friends, like the type of friends you made when you were in grade school. I sat on the dock waiting to hear a noise, waiting for any kind of sign that someone was coming.

My mother would wake up soon and she would be furious to know that I wasn't in bed. Then why was I here? What insane feeling drove me to want to come and disobey my mother's rules? I didn't understand until I felt his hand on my shoulder.

It was Riley, the boy I secretly had a crush on for almost the entire year in school. I had met him in our creative writing class. He was an exceptional writer and his stories blew me away. His imagination was unstoppable. He and I always paired up when we had to peer edit our papers and I liked the fact that he looked for me when he could have chosen anyone else to be his partner. He was a very social person. He loves to talk to everyone and I can tell girls like that about him. He was never too shy to speak to anyone. Then there was me, who's afraid to talk to anyone. I just don't see what he finds in someone as simple as me?

I stood up and he held his hand out to help me up. I smiled and quietly thanked him for his help. "Thanks Riley…so why did you need to meet me so early?" I asked and then looked up at his eyes that were staring so intently into mine.

"I need to ask you a favor." He said so seriously. I nodded and then he reached into his back pocket. "I need you to edit this." He said and handed me a piece of paper that was folded twice. I looked at him before I opened it and then with a nod, almost as if he was approving me to go on and read. I opened it. I looked at the top and it was dated.

November 23, 2057

Dear World, I have done something tragic and I realize that there will be so many

People coming after me for what I have done, but what you must understand is that something

Had to be done.

No one will ever come to terms with what this life has to offer.

No one will ever be truly happy because everything is becoming so spoiled.

The Earth is like a giant fruit, and we are the worms destroying it from the inside out.

It is hard to understand and explain all at once. Nothing like this is ever understood.

All anyone ever cares about is themselves, but I hope that now you will all understand the type of

Statement that we have to make. We are the youth of this nation, of this world and we are taking back

The life that everyone stole from us. No one is growing up in peace or harmony. No one has a dream anymore.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. would be so disappointed in us for the way we have corrupted our children, and the children they plan on destroying.

Parents, grandparents, it is time to stop all this hatred. It is time to stop all this war.

We are coming to take over the world.

Be prepared.

I looked up at Riley completely confused and horrified. I didn't know what this meant. I had no idea what he was trying to tell me with this. "Riley…what are you planning on doing?" I asked softly. He looked at me and then looked away. A smile came across his face and then he looked back at me.

"Do you have time to get a cup of coffee?" He asked and began to slowly walk backwards. "It's a long story." I hesitated to leave with him. My mother would wake up in two hours and I don't think I had the time to spend with him explaining to me this long story, but something in me told me I had to go, that I needed to hear his story.

He drove us in his truck and stopped at a small diner to get some coffee. While we were sitting he stayed quiet at first then began to speak. "Claire what do you think of this world. Right now, this madness we're living in, describe to me what you think of it." He asked in a completely serious tone. I sighed and looked down at my coffee.

"In all honesty I don't know what to make of it. I mean, sure I live in it and I will for the rest of my life but I have no idea what to make of it. It's horrible. We were born into a war and will die because of a war." I said. It was completely depressing the fact that everyone knew that they would die in battle. No one ever survived.

It had been years since anyone had ever heard of any talks of peace treaties or anything like that. The war just got worse. From what I hear things were once peaceful, that we all traded fairly and that everyone got their share but one day the others broke out, tired of sharing and became greedy about their resources, unwilling to share with our continent.

Or so that's what they tell us in class. My grandfather told me a different story. He said that we tried to take over everything. He was witness when the government gave the order to destroy countries, bomb them and take the only good things they had: oil, minerals, gold, coal, precious stones. No one cared about a culture. They said that culture was continuous and that we would have a new one on the way anyways so there was no need to preserve old culture. My grandfather was infuriated with the plans they were taking into action. So he left, backed down from his orders and said he would not do something so savage. That he was human and was taught how to comprehend what was right and what was wrong, and this was very wrong.

He was kicked out and sent to prison for many years for treason. The only children he and my grandmother had were my mother and her brother. They finally let my grandfather leave prison when he turned 72 years old but died five years later in a car crash. The newspapers, police reports and reporters told the world that it was an accident. A fatal accident, but we all knew that was a lie. Nowadays, the death penalty was banned and the only way someone that the government didn't like could die was if they were in a 'fatal accident'. I remember when my grandfather would talk to me, he always said he had a plan to make the world better but never said anything else but that.

Riley looked at me as I was deep in my thoughts. "It doesn't have to be this way. Haven't you ever wondered what the world would be like if we controlled it. What if somehow we were able to take over and figure out all of the issues that were going on? Find real answers instead of making plans to go in and destroy towns and villages over suspicions?" He asked me and I nodded.

"Yea, but when will they ever listen to us? We're just a bunch of kids that won't be listened to." I said. It was a wonderful idea, to think of a time when no one would fight and when things would seem somewhat decent instead of monstrous like they were now. "I'm curious though, you still haven't answered the questions I have in my head. Why the letter? Is it like a suicide note? And why are we talking about all this now?" I asked, still completely lost and confused.

He sighed and nodded, "That, Claire, is all thanks to your Grandfather Jack. We all recognize him as Grandfather Jack. He was the one who initiated this revolution. What you never knew growing up was that as you laid in bed sleeping at night, your grandfather would leave to meetings with the elders to create the most perfect plan on taking back this war and finishing it off once and for all. Your grandfather began all this when he was in jail, making deals here and there to speak to certain people. He made phone calls to other countries to find allies and was such a persuasive speaker he made them. Your grandfather was out leader, our captain but we couldn't call him that. We can't call any of the others the leaders or any sort of ranking title because the government is always listening on conversations. This place is made of aluminum which makes it hard for their satellites to listen into our conversation. I grew up with my father in this pact. My father believes so much in this promise he has never given up.

I remember going to your grandfather's funeral. There were cameras everywhere for people of different nations to watch as the man who began the secret revolution be laid to rest in peace. He was respected and admired by everyone. Claire it wasn't a coincidence that I was stuck to you. I looked for you and wanted to get close to you to gain your trust. I promised my father and the elders that I would protect you in case anyone tried to get to you. Your grandfather's accident was no accident. The government wanted him dead because they knew he was up to something. They just never discovered what."

I sat there and listened to him speak of my grandfather as if he were a war hero. As if he had written in history books what was never once done before and without thinking, I laughed.