"Ahem. I'm Ayla North. This is my presentation on why everything we say is already chosen for us..." I began. I closed my eyes, searching for the right words to say. They came to me and I spilled them out. "Society chooses our words because it makes everyone perfect. Words hurt more than knifes. Society plans everything out for us because... We might mess up." Mr. Marteinz nodded at me and I sild down into my seat.
"Class, that was our last presentation. You all get A's as planned," Mr. Marteinz. The bell rings and I walk out of class. I grab my phone out of my pocket and start reading my future in my head.
Ayla North: You are soooooo funny, Josh!
Joshua Starr: I know.
Ayla North: Don't be a smart-alec.
Joshua Starr: Sorry, Ms. Bossy Pants.
Ayla: Ugh!
I try to go farther but the page won't let me. A dreamy boy comes up to me.
"Hey, girlie," He says. Is this Josh?
"Ummm... Hi," I mumbled. This is weird... I haven't read this part of my script yet.
"I'm Josh Starr."
"Ayla North."
"Are you in cheerleading?" He says. The boy had black hair and blue eyes.
"Uhhh, no..." I stutter.
"Well good!"
"You are soooooo funny, Josh!" I say sarcastically.
"I know."
"Don't be a smart-alec," I mutter.
"Sorry, Ms. Bossy Pants," Josh says. Ummm... What do I say? I stare at him. I try to say something but the words won't come to me. I try to focus and find the words programmed in my head but it isn't working...
A/N
If you are a bit confused, Ayla and everyone else in their society has a 'plan' for the future. Every word they say is already programmed in their brains.
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Scripted
Science FictionI am Ayla North. I am in a society where when everyone is born they get a injection in their skin that gives them every word, sentence, phrase they have to say for the rest of their lives. These words are a script we have to follow. These words are...
