Young is powerful...and Aviana Hawthorne proves that
Survival Games
Survival Games
My bicycle wheel hit the edge of the crosswalk. Me and Harper slowed down slightly, just to make sure we don’t fall, although we do this every single day. The towering buildings of Aclaite surround us, what we’ve been used to for many years now. It was already the last day of our Early Knowledge classes. We would now move on to the Advanced Studies program. Everyone goes through it. I don’t know how good or bad the experience is, but there’s nothing I can do about it anyway. The school is in sight, the big, white building, kind of government-like. That makes since since it’s government owned. Harper and I peddle to the front of the school and secure our bikes on the hot, metal rack. We grab our backpacks out of the baskets in front of the handlebars, almost in unison. Thoughts keep haunting my mind. They are weird, too. My dad said they are probably just me worrying about too much, but I feel he is wrong. The same thoughts of a horror of a future keep popping into my head, but leaving almost as soon as they arrive. I don’t want to believe them, but my instincts tell me to. I must of fallen into a daze because Harper wakes me with a startle. “Aviana!” I suddenly gain my composure back and snap my head around to look at her, my hand burning hot on the bike rack. “What’s wrong with you? It’s like you were frozen or something!” I contemplated telling her about the images in my head, but decided against it. The last thing I want to do is freak her out. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.” She gave me a look of disbelief, the same look she always gives me when she thinks I’m lying to her. “I swear! You worry too much, Harper.” “Okay, whatever, but I’ve got my eye on you,” she said with a smirk. I smiled back just to make sure she stopped talking about it. I didn’t want to have to explain further. We walked silently through the front yard of the school and climbed the few steps up to The Platform, where everyone hangs out pre-class. We sat down on the cool concrete floor and started talking about our future. Harper really wants to go to law school. And I believed in her. She had the perfect skills for those kinds of jobs. She can always tell when someone is lying. Except, I am a pretty good liar, but she has caught me almost every single time I tried. I want to go to an technology engineering school in the future. I’ve always had a passion in how technology works, and with it so improved as of present day, I’m hoping I can approve it more. But we’ll have to wait and see.
I check my watch. One minute until the bell rings. Me and Harper decide to go inside. We stand up and walk through the open metal doors into the big building. Cool air touches my skin, making it tingle a little. And then the sirens blare.
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