Hey, I am back with chapter 1. I'm assuming it felt like a long time since I posted the prologue because that always happens to me when I am waiting for the author to update. I tried to be as fast as possible, but I had commitments over the weekend. I am quite sure this peace has plenty of flaws in terms of grammatical errors. Hopefully you as the reader enjoy this chapter and are entertained by it as much as the prologue. This first chapter only contains just over one thousand words, so only half as long as I planned, however if everyone thinks it should be longer than I shall try my best to present a longer piece.
A big thank you to everyone who helped get my work featured within the first twelve hours as well as all the criticism! It inspired me more than you can imagine.
Sorry for ranting on here I am sure you just want to read so enjoy,
~DayDreams
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My eyelids slid open and my bright blue eyes sparkled. A new day had dawned and the sun’s rays flooded into my large apartment. The black walls all around me began to change colors to a dark red as the sun’s light hit them. Sam, my servant robot, rolled into the room and stood their waiting for me to get out of bed. My petite lips formed a smile and I threw the covers off my bed. Slowly I stood up and walked drowsily toward my closet. Filled with anything my heart desired all I said to it was “the usual” and it presented me with jeans, a white tank top, my black jacket, and clean undergarments. The sapphire necklace that completed my apparel never left my neck. Glancing back toward my black nightstand the time read 9:32am. Why does school have to start so early? I mumbled. Slipping into the bathroom I began combing my unruly pitch black hair until it became untangled then started to straighten it. Walking out of the bathroom and into my living room I glanced past the red velvet couches toward the kitchen, but without much thought decided I would skip breakfast.
After I closed the apartment it automatically locked as usual. Slowly I strode toward the elevator at the end of the hallway. When I arrived the elevator the doors instantly opened beckoning me onto it. The elevator only took thirteen seconds to travel down the 1,900 floors and gently set me down on the first. Walking through the beautiful, but empty lobby reminded me of how perfect it all was. The front doors automatically slid open allowing me access to the street.
Earth looked as it always did lush and beautiful, but I put that behind me and focused on the day that lay ahead. I only have two days until graduation and I have no idea what I want to do. School was only a mile away, but you could see it from the base of my building. Turning my gaze to the garage I called “E10072” and my round board glided over to rest at my feet. Stepping onto the silver disc I said “school” and it began to fly off at an alarming rate. Within a minute I was dropped off at the school’s entrance. Slipping through the doors, I began walking down the beautiful mahogany halls of the prestigious Newman school. The first class I had was the history of the arena in room C311. I get to sit through another boring lecture, but I guess I still get to see Elise I thought miserably. Sighing, I glumly walked in and took a seat at a floating desk near the back of the room. Glancing up at the board Mr. Lance, our history of the arena teacher, had scribbled the date December 22nd 2819. It seemed like everyone was trying to remind me about the 500 year anniversary graduation, but my mood brightened when I saw my best friend Elise walk in.
Smiling she excitedly said “hi” and rushed over to sit next to me.
“Hey.” I replied back while I opened up my textbook. “So how was your weekend?”
“Oh, it was great! Logan took me to the ravage game on Sunday. How was your weekend?” Elise replied while setting her bag down.
“I didn’t really do anything exciting although Kyle, my brother, and I sparred a bit, but other than that I just stayed inside and slept. I’m kind of still depressed about graduation.” It made me sad that I couldn’t even tell her that I wouldn’t be registered on the governments system if they called my name at graduation and tried to hand me the computerized diploma. I really didn’t like the career options anyway, but Kyle had taken care of getting me into school, and now I couldn’t graduate. Why was he always telling me I couldn’t be registered on any computer network? I gave up my train of thought as Elise began talking again.
“Don’t worry Serena. I’m sure you will decide what you want to do when were out of this place. Why don’t you work on the arena with me?”
Unclear about what Mr. Lance had begun talking to the class about I whispered “Why is their only two career choices to choose from? Whoever designed this system was the stupidest-”
“Excuse me Mrs. Banks, but would you like to tell the entire class what you two are discussing?” Mr. Lance called from the front of the class.
Oh, god I hate teachers. “Um, I was just expressing my dislike for the career choices available after graduation.”
“An interesting concept, please elaborate.”
Now I was frustrated, but solemnly began the familiar explanation. “Why should everyone have to choose between being an engineer on the arena or competing in it? Is Ravage the only thing people care about?”
“You know as well as I that the robots do all the other work for us. The arena is the only thing that needs real people. I think we have wasted enough class time discussing things that are irrelevant to today’s topic.”
The rest of Mr. Lance’s class and the school day passed by uneventful. Soon I was back at the familiar black door that led to my apartment. I heard a click as the auto recognization system identified me as Serena Banks. I wondered now why I had never bothered to ask Kyle why he had taken all these precautions to protect my identity. Ah well I was too tired to think very hard so I opened the door to my apartment. Suddenly I had a strange feeling and began to mental make sure everything was in place. The couch was in place on the left wall with my glass coffee table between the couch and my large TV. Gazing toward the far end of the room my small open kitchen looked just as I had left it. I guess I have been imagining things. Walking past the TV and into my bedroom it also looked normal, so exhaustedly I plopped down on my bed without getting changed. The last thing that crossed my mind was graduation, but I shut down that line of thought and soon my eyes shut for the night.
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