My name is Ira. I was 15 years old when my world ended. Although where my world ended, my father, Dr Zak Granish, well, his world was just beginning.

"Mum?" I called as I came in through the unlocked front door, "Mum, where are you?" I called, anxiety in my voice. I let my feet take me to the fridge, i opened it and took out a bottle of water. I closed the fridge, as I did a yellow sticky note caught my eye, I peeled it away from the steel of the fridge and sat down with it. On it, it read-

"Sorry Ira, hopes you could come too but happened so soon! Me and your father out celebrating amazing new discovery!" Great. Very descriptive, also, what? Obviously they didn't want their daughter with them on this momentous day. Nothing like where they are, what his big discovery is or when they'll be back, my estimation was around 3 in the morning.

As predicted mum and dad turned up drunk and staggering at 3.14 am, waking me up as they creaked up the stairs and slammed their door closed. I ignored them and fell back asleep, well more of a dreamless state.