Troubled Love and Terrorists

I was visiting the home of the boy I’ve been talking to irl (I’ll call him Millard). To my surprise, he lived on a farm with many family members, including multiple younger siblings and his grandparents. However, they were all super nice, and the farm was beautiful. I was spending the day helping the family prepare for a holiday. I think it was Thanksgiving, and I was helping outside and in the kitchen. I think I kept making mistakes, and Millard was acting cold towards me. The sky grew cloudy, and it began to drizzle. He started avoiding me throughout the day, giving me cold looks, and saying mean things. I think he called me stupid. I couldn’t believe how horrible he was turning out to be when his family was so great, but I felt more guilty about making mistakes than anything else. I kept trying to do better. One of Millard’s younger brothers (perhaps a year younger than I) resembled a mix of Alex from My Life with the Walter Boys and Momiji from Fruits Basket. He kept staying by me and telling me that it was okay. He said I was better than Millard and shouldn’t listen to him. Millard’s grandmother even began to tell me the same things. Both said I should leave and enjoy the rest of my day. I couldn’t believe how sweet they were being towards me. When I went to leave, I couldn’t get my car to work for the life of me. It was a mini-van, and it was stuck in the mud. The area had begun to flood from pouring rain. I was stuck. Suddenly, a group of terrorists had invaded the United States, and they had come to the farm. I was taken, along with some of Millard’s other younger siblings, to this underground bunker. We were soaking wet from the rain, and everyone was scared. Other teenagers and kids were there. I felt very protective of Millard’s siblings, but I wasn’t able to keep track of them all in the crowd. We were divided into lines. Every kid was having a device screwed into one of their eyes. Those having the procedure at the front of the lines acted like it was painful, some more than others. I was in a line next to Alex/Momiji, and we both got our procedure at the same time. I trembled as the man in front of me held up a circular black device and a drill. He began to drill it into my skin over my eye, but I didn’t really feel anything. I was told the device would transport me into another universe where I would be tested to see if I could survive. I was told I’d be transported into The Hunger Games and Death Note. I was terrified.