World Against December

Chapter 1

               “Um, are you okay?” my mother asked as she and my father walked into the living room, only to see me sitting on the sofa chair, staring at the opposite wall, unblinking.

               “He’s fine,” my father replied, “he’s just on the computer.” My mother, Acacia, nodded with understanding as she and my father, Bartholomew, sat down to flip through their “notebook of diabolical schemes.” I was required to keep one too, but it was safely stored in a file in my computer. Which, by the way, was in my head.

               That computer inside my head was a 13th birthday gift from the Maurs, and it made me one of the most powerful human beings on earth. It even has private Wi-Fi! With this clever invention, I had access to a world of information, which I could simply save in a file if I thought any of it was important.

               The Maurs were a couple working for the DeVeaux empire (or, my parents’ minions, as I like to call them). One was a computer engineer and the other a neurosurgeon. Thus, the most jaw-dropping invention in history was created and implanted in my brain. I had to be careful, though. Bartholomew had warned me that if I save information in the computer too often, I may completely lose my human memory.

               Log off, I commanded the computer through my thoughts. Immediately the transparent window in front of my eyes closed out, and the home screen faded away. I sat back in the sofa chair and closed my eyes. I knew what everyone else my age was doing right now; they were celebrating the last day of summer down at the lake. Not me, though. I was busy making preparations for tomorrow. But not the kind of preparations you would think I’d be making for the first day of school. I was making plans to undermine the school; the first step in me ruling the world.

               At a very young age, I had the world at my fingertips, and I was told that I could do whatever I wanted with it. I was expected to follow in my parents’ footsteps, collect allies, and take over the world eventually. This year, I finally have my mental computer, and I am ready to carry out that plan. I wouldn’t just be scheming against the students this time, but blackmailing the principal anonymously. It was going to be my best year ever.

               The important thing was to not get caught. Because that would be the end to all of this. I didn’t have much of a reason to worry, though; Bartholomew had been teaching me about stealth and secrecy all my life, as well as other important criminal skills. Acacia was more like his loving sidekick, and she was a bit more interested in finding a society’s weak spots to bring then down.

               I headed for the elevator, which traveled about half a mile underground to the secret basement of the house. There held a supercomputer, all the techy-spy equipment you could think of, and a massive jet. I never understood what any of it was for, but my parents said they would tell me in time. I noted repeatedly that it wasn’t very efficient to have an emergency jet deep down under the earth, but they insisted that there was a secret passageway to a tunnel, which would eventually open up at the side of a cliff. I had searched and searched, but nowhere in the bunker could I find any kind of opening in the walls or floor whatsoever. However, I figured that whatever all this equipment was used for, it would eventually come in handy to me. Very handy.