Pacific Sky

Chapter I

The bell rings as the digital clock on the wall shows 1:45, meaning I only have one more class: History.

At least its Friday, I think to myself.

"Have a nice weekend," Mr. Aristo says to us as the rest of the class gathers their books.

I pick up my math books and enter the hallway, I step out of the room, and Amber approaches me, on her way to the History II, the advanced history class.

"Hi," Amber catches up to me.

"Hi," She responds in her usual peppy voice.

"Today is my birthday, ya know,"

"I know," she hands me a small decorated box. "Open it, I know you'll love it!"

TO: Damian

Happy Birthday,

Amber

I undo the red ribbon wrapped aroundthe petite sky blue box. Inside, I see acard that is about the size of my palm that reads:

I continue to open the cubical box and, moving around the white paper inside, I pull out a small metal ball.

"Press the circle in the middle," Amber demands with lots of excitement.

I press the silver button, it clicks when it is pressed all the way down. The sphere pops open, the button stays in the middle. The part originally covered by the silver shell is black with red and blue and green wires attached to the inside of black cylinder.

"Cool," I say with confusion in my voice, "What is it?"

"It's called a Holosphere," Amber explains like she does when she clearly knows a lot about the topic "You can program other's HSID into it and call with a holographic display of the person you are talking to!"

"Cool," I say, "I have never heard of them before,"

"That's because they aren't in stores yet, as you know, my dad works for Orange, so we get to try out their new products before everyone else. And we got four of these, so I gave one to you, my dad has one, I have one, and after you left for school this morning, I gave one to your mom," Amber explains.

"Uh-oh," I say looking at my watch, "we've gotta go!"

Amber and I bolt down the hallway so that we are not late for History II. We slip into the room just before Mr. Trosan closes the door.

"Almost late again, Damian," Mr. Trosan tells us, "Amber, it isn't like you to be this close to late. Is everything alright?"

"Sorry about that," I say with a fake apologetic voice.

"I'm fine, great actually, I just didn't notice the time," Amber responds to the teacher. Amber and I take our seats, me at the front of the room, Amber a few seats behind me.

Mr. Trosan begins "Yesterday we talked about what lies below our land of Asica. Today, we are going to talk about why we have our language. Please open your textbooks to page one-sixteen,"