R.A. Legg Writes

History Lesson             Storm had decided to put the pad debacle behind him.  What was his father going to do.  Shoot him.  He will simply say he must have swapped it with someone else's. Oops! But having a guard at school.  One that followed him wherever he went.  That was a whole different problem.  He needed to get a message to Casandra and have a life.  That was not going to be possible with the gestapo on his heels all day. He tried to ditch the guard twice by the time they got to school, but honestly where was he going to go. The city was big, but not really.  Storm thought that maybe without his chip it would be harder to track him, but the number of surveillance cameras at the school proved up to the task and even if he managed to get a few steps ahead of his shadow, his shadow always managed to catch up. By third period, Storm had given up.       ...

Apollo 17         Stone Cold          “So you have a blue dot on your picture.” Casandra said. She could not believe that this was more important then… well.. Her. “You don’t understand, others know.” Storm was having difficulty with the idea that others knew Earth was still there, still able to sustain life.  Or was it?   Maybe Casandra had a point.   A blue dot on, okay a blue dot with white swirls still might be a bunch of dead things on it.  “What do they know?” Casandra asked. “I don’t know.” Storm had such a feeble argument, but in his gut he knew.  He knew they were lying, but what could he do about it.   He was just sixteen.   “Storm.” Casandra softened her voice. “You need to be careful.”  Her tone caught Storm off guard.  She just knew, how to get his attention and right now she was trying to tell him something very important, but his mind was racing, and he want...