Scripted

Chapter 3

Ayla P.O.V.

   I am shoved into a police car. They didn't say you have the right to remain silent like in the old movies. This is completely different from the movies. No one talks. No one makes any sudden movements. All I hear is my heart thumping. The officer jumps into the front seat of the car and starts driving. He doesn't say anything. I look out the window.

  Eventually, we make it to a dark brown building.

  "Get out," the officer says to me. He frowns. I wasn't sure how to respond, but I got out of the car. I followed him inside of the compound.

  "So what are you going... to do with me?" I say. He frowns, the words I say are probably not in his script. He points at the couch and I sit down. A lady comes in.

  "You may leave Jersey," She says to him. Jersey, the officer, walks out. "Hi, Ayla."

  "How do you know my name?"

  "I made your script," she states. "Apparently your script has been hacked by rebels."

  "No."

  "Yes," she rushed out the words. "Whoever did this to you will pay."

  "I don't have a script," I say. She pauses and frowns.

  "What how? How are you talking?!" She says.

  "I don't have a script," I repeat slowly. "No one is controlling me..."

  "The rebels are controlling you," she says with disgust. She smooths down her navy pencil skirt and then looks down at me.

  "No," I say. "It was kinda of weird at first without the words poping in my brain... But... I got used to it."

  "What about Nikki?"

  "She is annoying and boy crazy."

  "I have gone to a conclusion... You are like me..."

Josh P.O.V.

  "She isn't a rebel Josh," my Dad says. I frown.

  "Of course she is," I began.

  "She is probably just ill. I heard sometimes when people are ill they lose their script." My dad glances up from the newspaper. "She isn't one of us."

  "How do you know?" I ask.

  "When everyone is born society gives them their script through a injection. However, rebels get a different script that only comes at some points to retain a good image," my dad says then looks back at the news paper.

  "What do you mean?" I ask.

  "Rebels have a script to make us look normal. Normal people have a script for everything. Society leaders have no script."

  "Then how-" I started to say.

  "Ayla is probably going to become a leader."