This is the 2nd part to the story, i hope i have you hooked.. :D
Out in the real world where nothing matters and everything is a waste of time people pass by you and in and out of your lives like the day begins. They just rush past and don't even notice you. Or if they do then it is to ask one question that they don't want the answer for. They have a list. The list is circulated around for all normal people and they read it and memorize it so they know what to say to people they don't know or they think are weird. The list contains questions such as:
"Are you alright?"
"Is there anything I can do?"
"What happened?"
"Is there something the matter?"
The list goes on for ages. A list just as pointless as the people asking them. The stupid list is handed down to people the council declares that is normal. They have to have done nothing with their lives to be classes as normal. They can't have ideas or thoughts that would challenge people to break free from their bubbles and if those people succeed in their goal the council shuts them up. There is only two ways this can be done.
1) You can bribe them by letting them into this very exclusive group that they consider to be 'the be and end all.'
2) Be normal from the start and have no real ambition in life.
They keep it in secret along with the book of etiquette for normal people. I tried to fit in for a while. Go with the flow and the latest trends but I messed up and now I am doomed to a life of outsider life. I mean don't get me wrong; I like being weird, its fun. People who are outside the group are free to wear anything they want. The dress code for the 'Middle class' is white tops for all people with grey pants for guys and pencil skirts for females. How boring. All the weird people get to wear colours such as black and blues, and my personal favorite, Green.
"Octavia... Octavia, get your butt down here now."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I wasn't really going down stairs, I know who was down there. I couldn't stand the thought of having to pull myself out of bed enough to say hello and then be forced back up stairs because my parents were embarrassed about me being weird.
"Octavia Christina Noel, you get your bottom down here now or I shall come up there and drag you down here if I have to."
" I did say I was coming didn't i?" I yell back from up stairs. I still had no intention of making a complete fool out of myself by introducing myself and subjecting myself to yet another person who they claimed to be able to help me, or fix me. I didn't want fixing and my perfect parents and family could not see that.
I heard heavy footsteps at the bottom of the stairs making their way up thump by thump.
I panicked, realising it was my dad being sent up to my room to bring me down the meet their newly found friend. I kicked off my covers with a flurry of colour and crashing around I make my way to the door. Just in time as well, I turn the handle at the same time my dad does. He does not look very happy in his grey pants and neatly ironed white shirt. His face is showing signs of his true age as the stress of having an abnormal daughter is staring to wear off on him. He grunts at the surprise of seeing me at the door and then pushers me in front of him so he knows I have to go down.
I feel the dread rise up in my throat... As I slowly stumble down the hard wood floors I hear my mother chatting to the new person. They have a deep voice from which I can only assume it is a man. The fate of my new future rests in what this man, this stranger. I don't know this man but he is going ot try to know me... to understand what make me so different and why I am what they classified me in terms as safe or not.
As I finish stumberling down the rest of the stairs his face comes into view. He is young. I must admit I was shocked. I thought I was going to get someone that looked like Sigmund Freud, old battered and worn down from all the amounting of people and tiredness from his work.
