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"Cleaning time!" a young girl sang, her hands above her head as many robots detached from the wall and hovered around the room. One had a funny looking broom and pan and was within a cloud of dust as the broom swept back and forth.
Another had an extra small washing machine in its base. It could stuff twice its size of clothes into it. As it looked it did. The clothes were quickly done washing, and were passed to the dryer. Then to the folder. It made neat creases in her shirts, shorts and skirts and finally her clothes were tossed neatly into her drawers.
In minutes her once strewn room was clean again. She was thirteen and very messy. She was happy and content with her spoiled life of the future. Matter of fact she was one of the less spoiled ones.
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“Jessie Hawkins. Age thirteen. Family: lower-class, middle. Less spoiled, easier to deal with.” A computer buzzed to a man in a chair. Now this chair was important. It was the chair.
“Yes, but her personality. Would she handle it?” He asked, running his hand over his mustache. It was a habit of his when his computer discussed with him the subject of this.
“Possibly. She might have a breakdown but she would deal with it better than anyone else.”
“Have we caught hold of our ‘past’ friend?” He asked.
“Yes. Young and misunderstanding the boy is, but he’ll do.”
The man smiled. Good.
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“Jimmy Right?” The teacher called.
“Please, call me J.R.” A boy said taking a bow from his seat.
“Okay, J.R. then.” The teacher continued her attendance check.
J.R.’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He rolled his eyes and put his finger to his lips, signaling his buddy beside him to keep quiet as he pulled out the red and black new phone. He flipped his phone open and it showed a new text message:
Boy,
When can
You be ready
For the transfer?
He typed fast as not to get caught by the teacher.
2:45
-end of school
I’ll be ready.
He shut his phone. Thoughts of recent text messages from the man on the other side raced through his mind. He was all into future developments and all and this man was too. But why was the man into future development? Was it his job? And who was the transfer going to be? He was never informed of that information.
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“Jessie Hawkins!” The hologram called.
“Yes ma’am?” The young girl asked, looking up from her project. It was almost finished.. Her partner could finish the rest, since if a student’s name was called you were to go somewhere. Everyone knew that.
She stood and brushed herself off. Her long brown hair lay against her back, flat as a piece of paper.
“Room three forty.”
“Yes ma’am.” She strode out the door and down the hall ways. Everything was quiet, as usual. Every wall was sound proof, as not to disturb anyone with the crazy classes that were housed in each room.
Three forty. Here it was. This was the main room. It only housed one man and a talking computer. She pushed the door open and walked in, curiously.
“Jessie Hawkins?” An electronic voice asked in the distance.
“Yes?” She asked back.
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“Age thirteen, right?” The man asked. His robotic chair snaking into her view.
“Yes sir.”
“Good. I have a mission for you.”
“I shall try my best sir.” She said lowering her head to him. It was disrespectful not to. Any kid could have been chosen and she knew that. It was an honor to go on a mission. Most never came back though.
“Raise your head child.” The man said. “I should be honored. You are such a kind and thoughtful young lady and yet you take the mission anyways.” He said. His hand went back up to his mustache again.
“Yes sir.” She said moving her head to look back into his dark blue eyes.
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“Two forty-five.” J.R. mumbled to himself as he looked at his watch. Right then his pocket buzzed at him. He flipped his phone open. Watch out, message read. What did that mean?
Suddenly his phone glowed brightly as he stood in the alley. He dropped it and out rushed a shape that collided with him. Both him and what ever had come out fell to the dusty ground.
He opened his eyes to find a mess of long brown hair in his face. Hands were on his chest. He pulled the hair out of his face and minty breath filled his nose as he looked up into liquid blue eyes. It was a girl. He stared at her eyes a second in astonishment.
Was she supposed to come out of his phone?
“Sorry.” She said getting up and dusting herself off. Her clothes looked advanced. They almost looked like a suit of some kind.
“How… Who are you?!” He finally said with confusion.
The girl looked at him shocked.
As I was reading your story, I noticed some mistakes. (Just as a note, don't feel offended, I am not the nicest review, I try not to let mistakes fly, no matter how many there are.)
