Invasion

  A Fictional Science-Fiction Action-Adventure Memoir Novel

  By: Andi Brit (Andrea Britanik)

  3/2/2025

  Chapter 1

  The sun was just setting over the horizon along Shadow Ridge Avenue in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. And Janie Bolton was looking at a ghost that was walking alongside the guard rail next to the ridge. It was her little sister that had passed away. She looked just like Janie, with her short wavy blonde hair and was about 9 years old. It was as if they were twins. They were twins, but not actually twins. Yet, they were the same person, and that’s what Janie had felt in that moment as the young girl gazed into her eyes peacefully, standing there stilly and looking only at her. This was a big reason to why she gained her attraction, but the other one being that she was her sister who had passed away. She was a ghost. She wasn’t supposed to be here. But Janie was glad that she was. Janie smiled back at her twin. And for some reason, Janie felt like everything was going to be okay, no matter what and that made her feel good, and peaceful. She never wanted the moment to end. She never wanted the feeling to end. There was a flicker of light up in the sky behind Janie, and it was a very bright blue, almost like a shooting star, making Janie look off to the side to examine it. She was so entranced and focused on the light and what that had meant that she didn’t even notice her sister leaving, and sure enough, when Janie looked back, her sister was no longer there. And that was impossible. She looked all around her, and she was gone. It was as if she had been teleported out of this world.

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  Meanwhile, it seemed as if something else had been teleported in. And it seemed to have been aliens.

  The light traveled all the way across the sky and then disappeared behind one of the hills in the valley, behind the steel mill where her father worked. But it was a Saturday, and her father hadn’t been working. And neither was her mother. She was thankful for that as there was a massive explosion that happened just then at the steel mill. Large fragments of the tubular structures went flying into the air like it was nothing, and Janie looked at it, mouth open, in absolute horror. She went running inside of her ridge-side house.

  It was a three-story house that her father had built from his own hands in the 1920s and she had run into the second level which was actually the street level part of the house. She ran to her mother who had run out onto the balcony and was looking at the explosion, now plumes of smoke that was off in the distance. Her mother didn’t even look at Janie, she just looked in horror. Her father was at the store getting some grocery items such as pickles and some chicken, and Janie suddenly felt worried about him. She wanted him to come home now. He was hopefully in his car, with the big headlights, and driving up the street right now. He had to have been. Her other sister, who was younger than Janie, Pauline, was now on the balcony too, staring at the smoke and destruction right next to Janie.

  “Mommy, what is that?” said Pauline or Pauly they called her.

  “That’s war.” said their mother.

  Janie could hear her father’s car pull in outside of the house.