I wake to my alarm loudly ringing beside me. I move my hand slowly over to my bedside table, frantically yet slowly searching for the 'off' button. Finally my hand moves over a bumpy surface, and I press down. With great relief the terrible noise has stopped, I sit up.
I stretch my arms and yawn, intaking the artificial air of the Edacy. This was my normal morning routine for every day, of every week, of every month, and well- I think I'm ranting to myself again... Oh well.
"Not only do I get up at exactly 7 a.m. every day, and work from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. But I also eat the same dinner (and breakfast), and go to bed at 10 p.m. at the latest. Keep in mind, my job is one of the hardest in the Peasant Sector. Farming. That's a Peasants life for ya. And I'm talking to myself again... I have a problem." I shake my head and continue to mumble nonsense under my breath.
"Working is all I've ever known. For as long as I can remember, I've worked. When I was younger, about 2, when I could walk on my own is when I started officially. Even if it wasn't as hard as it was now, I worked. Mainly helped remove stones from our fields. Removing stones made me feel useful..." I smile, remembering how happy I was to feel useful to my family. I try to hold onto that memory, but with every day that goes by I forget more and more about myself. I groan, standing up and stretching once more.
"I know how bad it sounds, and if your wondering how often I wish I was a higher class citizen, about once a month. But then I realize how lucky I am to even be a Peasant. There are people even worse off than me. They're the Slaves of the Richman and the council. The Peasants are the only ones, other than a few Richman, who consider them part of Edacy." I then realize I'm talking to no one but my white colored oak closet door.
"I love it in Edacy, despite my lifestyle. I'd rather be here than on Earth. Oh lord, anywhere but Earth. From the stories I've been lucky enough to hear from the Elders... the ones who've seen it for themselves. They said that it stinks there, from all the pollution. At least, stinks compared to the Edacy. And all of the crimes... no one on the Edacy DARES commit a crime." I attempt to convince myself this everyday. Because not only do I every day forget more about myself, but I also start wondering what more I could do. How much potential I have in being something more.
"I know you're probably wondering how the Edacy got here in the first place. Only the council, and the Elders, know that. So why don't the story telling Elders tell everyone else? If they do, that's the last thing they'll ever tell. And I'm talking to my closet again..." I shake my head and open my closet, the door creaking louder with every inch it moves. I start to get dressed for work.
"Well, enough about the Edacy. And me, sorta... Well, I guess it's time to go to work now. I've been so busy talking to myself about all of this I completely skipped breakfast. Oh well, I guess you live and you learn right?" I say under my breath, throwing my soft brown hair into a ponytail.
"ALIA! YOU'RE LATE!" I hear my mother call from downstairs.
"Coming!" I quickly snap out of my odd thoughts. I rush downstairs, out the door, and into the sunlight. Little did I know, this is the day the world I knew would turn upside down.
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A/n
So I'm editing these past chapters because they're crap. I'm probably going to put this at the end of every chapter I edit because I'm just like that. DEAL WITH IT.
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Science FictionAll 17 year old Alia has ever known was Edacy. Her 'perfect' world. Her 'perfect' schedule. Her 'perfect' life. But what will she do when her 'perfect' world, isn't perfect? Alia will be forced to go down to Earth with 9 other people to try to find...
