Question: Okay, now I need a name for this “science-fiction” book I’m attempting to write.?
Earlier, I asked a question about this book I’m attempting to write.
I don’t plan on getting it published, or anything. Just for fun.
So… I need a name for this novel. I’ll leave an “excerpt” (it feels so funny to use that word) below, just so you can get the feel of the thing. I also need tips on writing style, possibly some names for some characters I’d like to add (if you have any ideas for the characters, as well – let me know)
I guess I’ll give the story behind it, so you all aren’t like “FTW!?” or whatever…

Amelia-Jay is an average, self-involved, sarcastic teenage girl. She loves herself, her family, friends, and boyfriend more than anything in the world.
So when they are all at risk, she denies it. She constantly thinks: “This isn’t happening,” and “The world is not ending,” but, it is.
“Things” are coming to take over the earth and all that it contains. Amelia is now forced to care about anything but herself, and this doesn’t make her happy.
Everyone is going crazy, everyone except for Amelia. She is slightly consumed with thoughts of solitude. All she can think about is being alone if her family is taken from her. All she can think about is herself.
Everything finally hits her minutes before everyone is forced into emergency centers and basements.
The “Things” find her family right away. They go for the parents first and give the kids a chance to escape.
Amelia only has one thing on her mind: “Get Ellie out of here – NOW!” Ellie is Amelia’s younger, diabetic sister. Amelia grabs everything she can before they are spotted.
Now, Amelia, Ellie, and Perry the German Shepard, are on the run from the “things”. Not entirely sure where to head next.

I don’t really know what is going to happen next, so help me with that, as well.

*excerpt*
“Ameilia?” My mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs, hollering to me in my room. I put my guitar down safely in its stand.
“Yeah, mom?”
“May I talk to you for a minute?” She said, she was standing by door now, leaning against the door jamb, holding it with her hands and sticking her head inside.
“I guess I can’t say no now, so come on in,” I said sarcastically, smiling up at her. She looked at me with eyes that could pierce through any soul. I guess, under the circumstances we were in, she had the right to look at anyone like that. I could only ask her one thing: “What’s wrong, mom?”
“Honey, I need you to promise me something. It’s very important.” The worry in her eyes was burning through me. As she moved closer I could feel the heat. Intense.
“Yeah, mom. Anything,” I said, looking at her with curious eyes. I heard her swallow.
“Will you promise me – no matter what – that you’ll look after your sister, even after I’m gone?” I looked at her, shocked. How could she think that she was going somewhere? And how could she think that I’d look after the brat?
“Mom, you’re not going anywhere, alright?” I tried to convince her.
“Ameilia, please, just promise me; if they come for us, your father and I will distract them. You get Ellie out of here. Grab as much food and medicine as you can. We are going to keep a cooler in the refrigerator for Ellie’s insulin. Take it, some food, and her and run as fast as you can out of this place. If they come in through -”
“Mom! You are getting ahead of yourself. No one is going to come for us. I promise. We will be as safe as the President of the United States of America while the earth falls out of orbit.” I said, doing a bad imitation of my fathers’ voice. He says that a lot. She laughed and walked out of the room before I could see her tears. I went back to playing guitar.

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I respect any opinions and personal preferences. Any advice is good for me

Thanks.

Answer:

Answer by trusturheart123
I really like this, you are a fantastic writer! You could call it: becoming a problem
what is that THING?
saving ellie

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