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Would you rather have one million friends that you barely know, or just one close firend that you know very well? 

That was the question Mrs. A. asked us today. She always starts class off with a question. When it was my turn to answer it my mouth just fell open as I realized that I didn't really have any close friends. 

My teacher watched me for about five minutes before she sighed and moved on. I contiuned to think about the question on the bus ride home. But I still don't know what my answer would be. I mean one really close friend would be amazing, a friend that just gets you. But on the other hand, isn't more better? 

I sigh as I hang my backpack up, the question was really getting to me. I don't know why though, mabye because of the fact that I don't really have a close friend. 

"Hi mom," I said. I walked into the kitchen, searching for something to eat. A fuirt bowl sat neatly on the white counter, right in the center. I grabbed an apple and walked to the double skin. After washing it off, I went straight to the office. The computer waited for me in it's usual spot, right on my desk. I sat down, beginning to think about that question, while eating my apple. 

I threw the apple into the trash can that sat underneth the desk, then logged into my computer. That question nagged at me so much, I couldn't explain why though. I guess... I don't know. I scowered the internet, trying to find the correct answer to that question. There wasn't a correct answer, though. Just how your prespective. 

I wanted to bang my head against the table, I should've known there wasn't a right answer. But I, I don't know, I guess I just had to know the answer to that question. So I went onto, "Thoughts for your Thoughs," and franticly typed the question to my friends.

Thoughts for your Thoughts is a website where you can ask a question, or a statement, and people will reply to you, either to answer the question or, well, whatever people do when some one just says something there. 

I had typed, "Question: Would you rather have one really close friend, or a million friends that don't get you?" I  read back over my question, after making sure there was no error, then sent it.

I got up, leaving the computer and walked up to my room. I had some homework to work on, so I'll check, Thoughts for your thoughts later. 

Now, though, looking back on that I should've checked it earlier. Maybe I could've had enough time to make a friend before everything went so, so wrong. I friend that could've helped me through the rough times heading our way. 

I herad something, soemthing loud, outside my window when I woke up. I had fallen alseep on top of my math homework, again. I sprang upward and walked to the window, planes and heilcopters soar over the town, my house! There were voices, yelling and screaming. Then I saw it, a bright blue orb. The orb. Oh, no.  

Hi, my name is AgentMango, but you can call me Mango if that's easier. This is part one of a story about a girl in a dystopian world, about 50 years in the future. In the next part there will probably be a little more action, and I will most likely interdouce what went so wrong. Also, what would you rather have, a million friends that don't get you at all, or one really close friend that really understands you? I would probably want one really close friend, but I would love to hear your opinion.

More coming soon, 

-Mango