Lost Path

Prologue- An Informal Greeting

 Stewart POV

    "Daddy!" my daughter called to me, "I thought you would help us fix this drone!" Kids these days and their crazy electronics.  I thought to myself.  

     "Remember this: It takes six Mignon batteries; preferably Mignon NiMH batteries." I replied.

     "Okay!" she said back, which surprised me.  I had no clue she knew which batteries are which, unless she looked it up on her phone.  

     I looked back at the sheet of paper below me.  I knew what to do with it, just not how to do it. Then I had a flashback.  About my parents.  About the vote.  And about me.  So I put pen to paper, but as soon as I did....

     "Stewie!  Help your daughter with her drone!" my wife yelled.

     "Alright, I'll come help!" I replied.

     They really had crashed it.  The bottom left rotor had detached the propeller.  There were at least five loose wires hanging around helplessly.  The overused batteries leaked their acidic, well, acid.  It would be a tough fix.  

     "Would you like me to call a repairman?" Rosie, our maid, said.  

     "Thanks for the offer, but just because I was a member of the Senate doesn't mean I can't use work with hands-on materials." I replied.  

     After about a half an hour of elbow grease and a jug of hope, the drone was flying around the library.  I really wasn't surprised that it worked.  While everyone was awestruck at how I fixed the unfixable, I slid back into my office and sat down in my chair.  Picking up my pen, I began to write.  

     There was once a time when boring was everyday.  There was once a time when there were never any problems.  There was once a time when I thought that I was normal.  But I was wrong. 

     I'm Stewart.  Stewart Collins.  I am unpopular in school, but I did have some close friends.  I trusted them more than I did my parents.  Don't think that that is surprising, because it isn't.   My parents left every other night or so, when immediately afterward, rumors of deaths are spread.  I truly felt that there was something in between all of that.  

     But anyways, I am getting older, so I should tell you now about my life.  I am Stewart Collins, who nearly never became the great leader I am known as now.