Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful

Thankful for family

Thankful for your past

Thankful for your future

But what if none of those apply?

My family ditched me and kicked me out the door this year at the age of thirteen

My past is filled with lies and decite and my first family ditching me on the dorrsteps of strangers

My future was set, a university exceptance letter, A full scholarship, all lost to the fact that I am gay

One simple event can change your realit

Change everyhthing you know

This is the fist thanksgiving that I am openly gay

A thanksgiving with no family, no future, and a shit filled pass

I wake to the sound of screaming.  Will anything ever go back to normal.  It has been eight weeks since that tragic moment and yet one can still hear the screams for miles.  I will always remember that day.  The day I wish I had died.  The day that one man decided that the world was too big.  The day that half the population suddenly vanished.  The day that will never be forgotten.

Hey guys this is just an idea for a new story...please like if u think it could make a good one.

What do u question?

Your friends?

Your power?

Your influence?

Your appearance?

Does it matter?

Do we really need to question ourselves?

Don't others do that enough?

Today could be good

Today could be bad

Today will come

Today will go

Now you must choose

What others cannot

                                   What will be your today?

Some wish for super human strength. Some wish for the perfect look. Others just want to be different. My name is Jim Ganzalas and this is the story about the day I woke up as the smartest person alive. I wake up to the sound of my alarm and lazily roll myself onto my side. The digital clock reads 5:30 but my brain is too sluggish to comprehend it. When I finally muster enough brain power to get up and ready for work, I immediately regret it when my head is pierced with an intense headache. I reach for my phone and remember that I left it in the bathroom the night before. Forcing myself out of bed, I am rewarded by another jab of pain. My vision starts to blur, then the world starts to spin around me. I lie back down and everything instantly goes black. I hear hushed voices above me and try to open my eyes. I immediately regret it when a severe light penetrates and burns through my eyes. I hear a scream and realize that I'm the one screaming. I happily receive unconsciousness as a source of escape. I wake again and find that my headache has vanished as if it had never been there. I sit up and find that the dizziness has disappeared too. A nurse walks in holding a tablet and asks me how I feel. I just tell her that I feel fine but I would like a glass of water. She promises to return soon. I gaze at the TV screen and see that I have made the news. There is a picture of my house swarmed with FBI agents. Anyone else would be shocked to have a swarm of agents at their house but being a agent myself, I would have been more shocked if they were not. Sure they will probably not find anything, but as my dad always said, it's the thought that counts. The nurse comes back in my room and starts to run tests on me. She forgot the water. She tells me that the doctor wants to run some tests to test for concussion or possible drugging. I don't mind because it is not my first time. The last time though, it was after a case, in which I was kidnapped. This time promises to be fairly simple. The doctor enters my room and I am surprised to see the FBI director standing with him. Apparently the FBI does notice my work. The doctor explains to me that I was negative on both the concussion and drug test and I am in top physical shape, so there is no reason for my episode the day before. He then tells me that the director wants me to take an IQ test to make sure I didn't lose too many "smarts" as he put it. After answering a series of questions, I wait in my room waiting to hear the results. After waiting for four hours I decide to take a nap. I again wake to the sound of voices murmuring above me. I recognize them as the same visitors from earlier, the doctor and the director. When they notice that I am awake they are instantly quiet. The doctor tells me that my IQ results came in. I have to ask several time for the results before he finally yields to my request. He tells me that my IQ was average for a male of my age but now...now they were record breaking high...impossibly high. I was the smartest person alive.

<p>Do you ever feel as though the whole world is keeping a secret? A secret that everyone knows but no one wants to believe? They think that no one should utter or even think of the secret. It's not like the world would end...would it?</p><p>Last night I overheard my father talking to some government official...</p><p>

</p><p>"It's all over George. Every last one of them are in..."</p><p>

</p><p>"That is enough. I have a family to take care of, I can not just drop everything and join your little escape crew. Give me some time to get my family together then maybe we can work something out."</p><p>

</p><p>"But you are vital to this mission. If you die so does the countless hours of research you have pored into this organization."</p><p>

</p><p>"Shh...I think I heard something."</p><p>

</p><p>I silently said a plea in my head. Not paying attention, my arm had knocked over a candle that was placed on the table next to where I was secretly ease dropping on my fathers conversation. I could not see what he was doing, but I knew he could easily find me. I dreaded that most of all. My parents told me how vitally important it was that I stay in the house at all times. They did not know that I snuck out every night. I didn't want to be rebellious but I felt suffocated and confined in such a little house. I rushed back into my room, hopping through the window I left open, hoping that my father would not think to check on me. Of course with my luck he did. I held my breath so he couldn't hear my heavy breathing. I was relieved when he started left without too close an inspection. Then I felt a rush of cold air and screamed at myself. How could I have left the stupid window open. My dad had felt the breeze too and turned to me.</p><p>

</p><p>"I know you're awake, don't try to pretend."</p><p>

</p><p>"Why is it so important to stay inside and what was your friend talking about?"</p><p>

</p><p>The shock on his face told me I had given too much away.</p><p></p><p>"You are too young to be burdened with the grave circumstance the world is truly in."</p><p>

</p><p>"Dad I'm seventeen years old."</p><p>

</p><p>He simply turned and left. Fine, I decided I would just find out for myself. My dad took all of our computers about a month ago saying that the internet was too unpredictable. Little did he know that I knew where he had hidden them. I was just waiting for the right time to take mine. I had no choice now. I had to know what was going on. I snuck downstairs to a false wall behind our TV. I had seen my dad countless times pushing a certain spot on the wall and entering the code on the keyboard that popped out. He never saw me of course. I made sure that my parents were asleep them pushed the spot in the wall and entered the code 9-2-8-16-5-2. The wall slid to the side. I quickly found my laptop and powered it on. As it powered on I wondered to myself if I really wanted to know. If it was so bad that my dad thought it better to keep it a secret...No, I had to know. I clicked on the internet bottom then goggled CURRENT NEWS. Instantly several disturbing pictures popped up. One showed a man who looked like he had been dead for years. As I kept searching I found more and more images. Then I finally read what they all were. VIRUS IS SPREADING EVERYWHERE...THEY CANNOT BE KILLED UNLESS YOU SHOOT THEIR HEAD. Then I saw a picture of someone I knew. My best friend TJ. I slammed the laptop shut and ran upstairs. I swore I would never leave the house. I didn't want to know what the world was like. I would do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; to survive.</p>