text: (this story is based 100% off of a dream I had, I just thought it might make a fine story. All characters in this story are fictional. This is my first story, feel free to criticize and critique.) I was walking to school, thinking about whether I had finished the homework from last night. It was a Tuesday morning, around spring time of 2019. The school year would be ending soon. I pulled out my geometry homework, and looked to see if I had finished all the questions. I had finished them, but then I noticed that I hadn't written my name or the date. I quickly wrote 'Chris Allen, April 23rd'. I then looked at my phone- "shit, I'm late!". I ran the rest of the way to school, and I entered my first period classroom. My history teacher didn't seem to care that I was late. Once history class ended, I walked out of the classroom, but then the fire alarm started blaring. Everyone started to head to the doors to outside, but then- gunshots. Screaming. I ran the other way. I can run pretty damn fast but HOLY SHIT there were gunshots coming from both directions. I ran to the bathroom, I hid inside one of the stalls. I frantically locked the stall door. The bathroom door opens, and heavy footsteps march into the bathroom. The shooter kicks a stall door, then another, then mine, breaking the lock. I pounced onto him, knocking him to the floor. I sprint out of the bathroom as he gets to his feet. I run around the corner, and I hear ringing. The second shooter was standing in front of me. I look down. Crimson blood squirts from my chest. I hear him fire again. More blood. I cover my chest, blood covering my hands. I fall to my knees, then on my side. I feel no pain as I see the pool of blood expanding around me. My vision fades and I remember... my mother... I'm sorry... mom I'm sorry... My mind faded out I wake up in a comfy bed, and I get up for the morning. I felt... at peace. I had no worries, nothing to fear... I was just at peace. I spent a few days here. This was not the house I lived in, but it felt like home more than any other place ever had. Soon, my parents arrived. Then one of my siblings. But after a time here I felt... I was being taken away... I see my mom, my dad, and my older sister fading as well... I wake up. I get out of bed. I am in a hospital... one with fancy looking gadgets I had never seen before. A nurse walks in. "Hey you, you're finally awake!" "wait... what the hell happened?"I ask her I didn't see how the doctors could possibly have saved me. And what was that I saw? My parents and my older sister? "Well, we were finally able to bring you back! We also managed to bring back your parents and your older sister! You should thank the inventors of this great technology..." I was going to question her further, but she was called out of the room and ran out quickly. She poked her head back in and said "Oh, you can leave now. There's no reason to stay, unless you want to." She left in a hurry. I walked out. I saw my parents walking out of another room, and they turned and saw me. They sprinted to me and hugged me. Then my older sister, Maggie, ran over and joined the group hug. We were heading to a house, but I didn't recognize this route. As I looked out the windows of this oddly quite car, I saw that everything looked so... different. So... surreal. There were people with pets, but I had never seen those kind of pets before. The trees in the area seemed greener, as with the grass. Then I noticed... all the cars on the road were electric, not one gas car in sight. We arrived at the house. I had never seen any house like this one, but it was nice. It was like a queen anne house blended with Roman style. The grass was perfectly green, and there were no weeds in sight. My parents seemed to be at least somewhat used to all this, and my older sister seemed even more acquainted with it all then them. We walked inside. I hadn't really spoken to them on the way here, because I was just so confused. What the hell is happening? The interior of the house was fancy. It had the similar setup as a usual house, but all the materials used were just... better. The ac was nice, and the floor looked like wood and granite but felt soft and easy to walk on. My parents walked me to the dining room table, not saying a word. But they were not grim, they actually seemed overjoyed at seeing me, and maybe at something else. My mom began talking. " So, chris... I don't know where to start. What's the last thing you remember honey?" I replied as honestly as I could. "Well... I remember getting shot in the chest. Then I kind of felt like I was in a dream like state after that... then I woke up in the hospital." 'Ok chris. So how to put it..." My dad, a very straightforward person, decided to speak up: "Chris, you died. Then we died. Then Maggie died. Your younger brother is still alive. Now, the day you died was April 23rd. I didn't die until 2043, and your mother passed away in 2050. Maggie died from falling down the stairs, in 2059. The year is 2070 now, chris. You think you're 15, your body looks 15, but technically you're 66 years old. Your brother Mark payed good money to bring us back, with the technology of modern times. Do you understand now?" (The end, for now. There might be a part 2.