First MeetingA Chapter by Piper GreeneGetting startedI've never really had memories of when I was a child. Now when I try to
think about my childhood, it almost seems like an impossible task. Not that it
makes me any different, being that most cannot remember but one thing in
particular has always been the main focus of my one memory and the countless
dreams. It's a pair of eyes. One of the most beautiful set of eyes I have ever
seen. What's most magical about them is the color. I've never seen a set of
eyes so blue. Bluer than the sky and oceans that match it. Pale blue eyes under
a set of dark lashes, making them only more mesmerizing. Looking back, I cannot decide whether I imagined them or not. The first
time I saw them I was a small girl , playing outside my family's home. It was a
beautiful spring day. Well, almost spring since the air was still chilly. I was
outside simply admiring the scenery in front of me. The vast hills that seemed
to never end, casting dark shadows over the horizon. A sky that was almost
entirely blue with only a few traces of clouds here and there. The sun beaming
down on me, providing warmth to my cold skin. As I moved forward the boy was more taken aback. He seemed almost in
shock that I approached him. He looked scared. I stood in front of him, only a
couple steps away from his face and looked at him more thoroughly. He had a
lovely face. It looked soft and kind and yet full of sadness. Just like the
music. “Hello” I said to him, almost coming out as a whisper. “Why are you here?” he asked with definite fear in voice. “I live here. My home is just below this hill. Over there” I pointed
down. “I’ve never seen you here. Who are you?” “Someone you should not even be speaking to. I should leave” he looked
down at his box, reaching for it and then quickly closed the lid. The beautiful
sound disappeared instantly. “Don’t do that. Don’t close it. Is that what’s making the sound?” I
asked, intrigued. “You don’t find it disturbing? Repulsive even?” he asked shocked. I was slightly taken aback by his question. How could anyone find it
disturbing? “Of course not, why would it? That sound is probably the most beautiful
thing I’ve ever heard” My voice grew softer. “I just always thought no one would like it. No one ever has” he looked
down as he said those words “Maybe you’ve shown the wrong types of people” I smiled at him. This
made him gasp which in turn made me frown once again. “Whats wrong? Is there something on my face?” I touched my cheeks. “No, uh not at all. It’s just that, well your smile. I’ve never seen
anything like it. I didn’t know people could have anything like that on their
faces” “Anything like what exactly? Is there something wrong with me?” I asked. “No, no. Absolutely not. But when you smile, tiny holes appear around
your mouth. Kind of midway through your cheeks.” “Really? I never noticed. Does it look awful?” I was suddenly very shy. “No, they’re lovely” he whispered. I blushed at this. And then all too
quickly, it was over. A man in a dark suit was heading our way from the boy’s
direction. He had a cold presence about him even from a distance. Colder than
anything I was used to. He was in an all-black suit and shiny shoes. Hair so
dark it nearly appeared blue with the suns trace. He reached us sooner than I expected
and grabbed the boy by his hand without saying a word and began pulling him
away. The boy didn’t even seem surprised. He very easily let the dark stranger
take him away. I stood there; scared of the man and what he was doing to the
boy I’d only just met. He looked back and smiled at me for the last time as he
disappeared down the other half of the hill. From then on, I could never accurately say whether this really happened
or whether it was a dream. After a while, I always assumed it to be dream since
those pale blue eyes would almost too frequently appear in my dreams. It was
the same scene, over and over again. The cherry tree, the sound and the eyes. And almost too suddenly, I awoke. It seemed too real, like it just
happened. I’m nearly blinded by the sun that’s directly hitting my face. It’s
warm, which I know is a lie being that it’s mid-winter outside. This was my
favorite part of the day, just lying in bed. Feeling the warm softness of my
sheets before heading out onto a day just like every other day I have lived or
will live. Every day had a routine; which varied, depending on the day but
always rotated weekly. I got out of bed in a daze, too quickly, causing blood
to rush to my head, temporarily making me dizzy. I stretched and headed for the
bathroom for my morning shower and toiletries. I can count exactly how long it
takes almost to the very second. By the time I finish in the bathroom it will
be exactly 7:47. I walk out of the bathroom and look at the digital clock
resting on my nightstand and there, in blinking blue lights was the exact time.
7:47. By the time I put on my uniform, brush my hair, grab my belongings and
leave, it will be exactly 8:16. As I finish my morning routine almost quicker
than usual, I look down my watch and bam! It’s exactly 8:16. Making my way to class is always a different experience, simply because
there is always something new happening. Walking in the cold air today brought
something unexpected and yet completely normal. Someone jumped from the roof
again. I don’t even have to be too close to the scene to know it is just that.
The signs are always the same. A team of paramedics stood in a huddle in front
of a very tall building, with emergency vehicles not too far behind them. All
of them silent as they try to assess the already deceased body of whoever
jumped this time. Someone coming from
one of the large trucks with a black bag, ready to take the body away. And
finally, the last telltale signs of someone jumping are the two adults standing
away from the paramedics, not saying anything. Just standing there as if already
knowing that this was coming. These two sets in particular, did not stand out
from the many others I have seen in my life. Their faces are always the same.
It’s the default expression that everyone else wears all the time. Which is
always the same, never changing even after their child’s death. I cannot exactly
be judgmental, since everyone reacts the same way. I’ve never experienced
loosing anyone, but I’m sure just like the others, I’ll also be unaffected by
something so common. I got closer to the scene, since the building was right next to mine and
heard a name. Jeremy Lars, a boy from my class. There never seemed to be
anything wrong with him, or so it appeared to me throughout the entire three
years that we shared a classroom. The only thing that I can remember ever being
odd was that after classes, he always went to meet a girl all dressed in black.
Now her, there was something very difficult to trace in. I could never put my finger on it, but she was
odd. Mysterious, maybe even a bit dangerous, but definitely odd. I passed through the paramedics, making my way into the class building.
Passed the long corridors of the school building to my class and sat in the
same seat I have sat in for who knows how long. I put my books down and waited
the five minutes it took everyone else to arrive and the extra two minutes for
my professor to accommodate his belongings and begin the lesson. Throughout the entire course, I was only half listening, still dazed by this
morning’s dream. Usually when it happens, it’s in only glimpses. The entirety
of it scattered into whatever fragments they happen to appear in, but this time
however, it was more vivid that I have ever experienced it to be. It was like I
was there, really meeting the boy for the first time. My heart jumped from the
very thought of it being possible. It was a strange sensation, somehow
nostalgic. I was soon awakened from my daydream by the sound of the long bell,
ending our class. I hastily made my way through a large group of students into
my other classes. But as each class progressed, I still couldn’t shake the
sensation the dream had left me with and I continued to daydream about it till
the end of the day. By the end of each day I can’t help but wonder if anything different
might happen. This does not happen very often but today, specifically because
of the dreams, I can’t help but desire something. I cannot ever decide what it
is but I know there is something missing. This is the last class of the day and
on the ever rare day that these thoughts occur, I always want something more. I
look outside and see the last of the autumn leaves falling to the ground; the
very last traces of embers that once lighted the scenery of our beloved school
now gone. Something about seeing the bare trees against the brittle winter made
my chest ache. The last bell rang as I gathered my objects and walked out the main doors.
I have walked out these set of doors countless times in my life. Everything was
the same. The massive metal doors opened automatically as any approaching
person came, exposing what little color there was still around. The outside
seemed no different than the inside of any building. Outside of the building
there are stone walkways that lead to more building. Small boxes of dispensers
are placed in nearly every corner imaginable. These small silver boxes
contained anything that anyone might ever want in them. A sign of just how far
technology has gotten. Or so the adverts claimed them to be. Apart from these small
boxes were messaging screens that everyone always seemed to be starring it. The
screens displayed basic information, that being the time, schedules, job linings,
newborns, pairings and so on. All the displays immediately catching everyone’s
interest, making them stop in their tracks for even a glance as to what they
were to expect. Their lives being broadcasted for the world to see in every
street corner possible. As I passed by one, I checked my statistics before
catching the shuttle back to my flat. I swiped my card below screen and in the
blink of an eye, everything about me was on the screen. All my physical
features, my personal health data, and the school’s I have attended. It was
nothing that set me apart from anyone else in any particular way. These
statistics would have matched anyone else but the one thing different on my
screen than anyone else’s was the name. In bright gold letters my name read:
Sophia Charles. I was from a noble family it seemed. When I was younger, it was
explained to me why this was something of importance. People that explained it
to me claimed that my ancestors helped design the world as it is. An act that
seemed impossible but as the years passed, I stopped questioning what exactly
it was that my predecessors did. I pressed the screen to the scheduling section and read it carefully. As
I predicted, there was nothing different about it than any other schedule I had
ever received. I printed out a copy, scanned my palm to confirm and walked away
from the screen. I looked ahead and saw as many people passed me by. Most of
them nodded at me, while others examined papers in front of them. It looked
silly. It wasn’t as if there would be
anything different about the same papers they read every day. Yet who am I to
say anything. Here I am with a copy of a schedule that I had received time and
time again. I quickly reached the shuttle and noticed the girl that Jeremy
always seemed to be with. She was staring at the building that he jumped out of
with deep interest. Today however, there was something different about her. The
times that I have seen her, she seemed dangerous, different even from everyone
else. But today, she had the same default look that everyone wore. But it
wasn’t just that. I can’t exactly say what it is. I didn’t realize I was
staring at her until she looked directly at me. She took off her glasses and
stared right back at me. Her eyes looked red, irritated by something perhaps.
They were even a bit enlarged. I can’t exactly say what it was about her eyes
that differed from everyone else. Mine even. As we stared at each other, the
shuttle approached me, blocking her from my sight. I was almost in trance
without even realizing it. I shook my head and walked up the small flight of
stairs that led to the main section of the massive shuttle. I scanned my card,
took my designed seat and looked out the window to try and get a second glance
at the mysterious girl but as soon as she appeared before me, she was gone.
Seeing her staring at the building made me very curious as to why she would do
something like that. His family did not even take a second glance at the
building, let alone return to the sight where it happened. She seemed more affected
by it, even with her default face on. It was something very odd to see. My attention returned back to the shuttle. The size of this very shuttle
was massive. Large enough to hold hundreds of people; an impressive number of
people, but nothing that was of true credibility. Most shuttles now could. My
assigned seating was near the closest exit and it was the shortest commute; one
of only 9 minutes. I looked toward the middle portion of the shuttle and noticed
the large messaging screen the rotating throughout the entire first floor. It
showed listings of people and their future jobs and opportunities. There in
large blue printing was a man named Issac Fanigan. He was a man of 6’2, an
average height. Below his picture was his birth date, blood type and school’s
he had attended. The screen rotated once again away from me. Then his age, eye
color, and address were showed. His chart also showed his life span as it had
played out and how it will play out from here on out. On the time line, it read
he will soon meet his partner. It will be in two weeks and the woman’s name is
Hannah Carrie. They will have a courtship of 16 weeks and soon after he will
ask for her hand and marry. Below his time line was map of the city and where
on it he could be found. He’s apparently on this very shuttle. It will take him
sixteen minutes to arrive to his flat. As of now, that’s it all it will say.
This is the way it is with everyone. Small portions of citizen’s lives
broadcasted for everyone to see. This was something that the very citizens
didn’t even know themselves. Everyone had to either check their personal files
to see this information or wait for it to be shown on telescreens throughout
various parts of the city. His files soon were closed and the words
“CONGRADULATIONS” flashed on the screen before it moved onto its next victim. © 2014 Piper Greene |
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