Life as we know it will never be the same!
That’s what Trevor was always told when he was at school. That’s what he was told would happen if things didn’t change.
He never believed his senile old teacher. The one who said he was from the future. The one who said that he wasn’t Human.
Well, that was until the girl he trusted, the girl he loved killed his best friend. So, he went out to find the truth.
Tuesday 8th October 2075
Trevor was sitting in a hover craft on his way to collage. The sky was bright, and the sun was shining. There were no clouds in sight. The birds were chattering in the trees and in the sky. The day was beautiful, yet Trevor was miserable. There was a digging at the back of his mind telling him something wasn’t right. Telling him that something bad was going to happen.
Trevor sighed as the hover craft slowed and stopped. A boy stepped on and scanned the vehicle. He noticed Trevor and smiled; he walked over and sat down beside him. Trevor moved up and stared out of the window.
Those words again, flowing through his mind; Life as we know it will never be the same.
Once a day, every day, for the past 7 days those words had gone through Trevor’s head. It was starting to frighten him.
"So, what do you think? Trevor. Trevor are you listening to me?"
"What?" Trevor turned to the boy beside him. "Sorry, what were you saying Dean? I’ve had something on my mind."
Dean smiled, "Something or someone? I’ve seen the way you look at Clair."
"Dean, I... I..." Trevor inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "Dean. I do not love Clair and I don’t want to go out with her."
Dean let out a sharp breathe of laughter. "You don’t want to go out with her? Oh come on, everyone wants to go out with her. I even heard that Lucy wants her!"
"Lucy, no way, I mean Lucy?!"
"It’s true; I ‘overheard’ her and Clair talking. They’ve got a thing going."
Trevor could not help but laugh at that, but then he turned deadly serious. "You have to stop using that devise. It could get us both killed, hell, everyone at our school could get killed!" He hissed, staring at Dean with a killer look.
But before Dean had a chance to reply, the Hovercraft stopped outside an ancient building; A place that looked like it was about to collapse at any moment.
Trevor left the hover craft, so quickly that Dean barely had a chance to move, let alone stop him. Trevor quickly strode towards the heavy iron door, clenched the latch between his fingers and pulled. The door open as easily as if it opened by itself. He entered and walked down the long corridor towards the teaching wards. As he walked, he past people he knew: teachers, friends. But he acknowledged none of them; one thing was on his mind: get to the other items.