Colored

Chapter 1 Morning

Coffee, yes coffee, such a refreshing cup of coffee straight from the South Americas. These countries were given to the brown skinned people after WW3. Even though they lost the white supremest countries were generous enough to give the colored their own land. Anyways back to coffee such a.......ah how did it get all over the floor. "Honey, I spilled my coffee can you make me more I gotta clean up this mess."I said."Ok but you have to get to work soon I'll clean it.",said Samantha. My wife is always so kind always so willing to help. "Thanks honey, tell Lola I said bye when she gets up, bye love you.", "Love you too."

So that was the start of the my day before work in the INRC or the International Race Co. There I work as a news paper publisher and author for America and the black countries of Africa. Even though its a 20 minute drive the pay is well worth it. Driving around the few streets in Manhattan is great no traffic no crowded streets just calm. From what happened in ww3 over 60 bombs were dropped on Manhattan and went from big to small, I prefer the way it is now.

Here at the tallest building in Manhattan the new INRC Post and News Building. Its not the tallest in the world but I say 70 stories is tall enough to take the strong 7th tallest. This building is every day life for me, it has very tech advanced for these days since we are still recovering from the electro magnetic bomb during the war. Scientists said the bomb causes 75% of the worlds advanced technology to not work. The electricity will be completely restored by 2065, 31 years from now. For now I think radio is better than TV were and cell phones were over rated we still have computers, but most are in America and few in China.

Right as I open the door my boss stands there tall and stature with a smile on his face with a blond military haircut in his mid 50's. "Mr. Jackson, you are being promoted today.",he said. My heart started to beat faster my body shivered with joy and immediately I reached out and shake his scratchy hands."Thank you sir,thank you so very much.", He laughs and says "You shall be are primary author and or out head author.", "Mr. Bart you won't regret your choice I promise you I will find the best for our papers sir." He stands and smiles and says "Randell just 2 years ago I hired you and knew that you'd soon some day become what you are today from this day forth as long as your here." All I can think in my mind is holy shit I got promoted in just 2 years and at the age of 27. "Boss, you just made my trip to Hawaii possible with just a few words." "Then I suggest you get to work if you wanna keep it that way.", he chuckles "Your new desk area is ready and we moved your stuff to it, so welcome to your new job Mr. Jackson or should I say, head author." I thank him one last time and head to my new desk for my new job.

I'm enjoying my work and seeing my newspapers being published my words across the globe and I am happy each morning. But that all changed in seconds and I would learn to fear each morning every time something as peaceful as the sun rising from the horizon. I would learn that something so peaceful could turn so dreadful. It would turn not only turn morning into fear, but every second of every day, and night. That was because I then knew something that would change the world for the better or worse. It was could turn into something I'd never thought I'd have to see again but I could start, war.