In a world where the right is right and the wrong is always wrong, second chances are only given to people who can afford them. Oh, the people that can't? They're sent off to a place untouched by the sun, while the good ones get to bask in a man-ma...
A woman sighed as the same old hologram of the old man came to view. She had been watching that same old clip for ages. Yet if she was questioned about her own thoughts on it, they would be no longer than a paragraph.
Things start to lose their meaning once you hear it enough times, especially if it's said without proper context. This is not to say she didn't have respect for the man, on the contrary, she was quite fond of the time she spent studying his life, how he devoted himself to change the world for the better, and she lives to experience it as her reality. There was no trace of impertinence in her mind, just impassiveness
"2030, humanity went ro-" a sigh found its way out her lips. With one last glance at the over-casting hologram, she continued on with her journey to her destination, study room#375.
In their prior lesson, her history professor had mentioned that the topic for the next class would most certainly entice many, and that the upcoming topic was a town favourite.The woman highly doubted that since she was quite vocal about her mind being fixated in engineering- especially robotics-. Everyone knew that. Even Timothy Garland, and he was deaf. Against her will, She had become quite the hot topic among her peers,but not because of her looks, but her overly-passionate nature.
Her jet black shoulder length hair was sprawled over her face most of the time. Round light brown eyes made her face look extremely lively, and her thick soft angled eyebrows showed extreme contrast from her pale skin. She had pale, yet dusty red-brown lips, which took the form of a full, upper triple lobe shape. Scars and bruises marred her hands and one big gash marked the center of her sharp, now down-turned, button nose, with a small one near her eyebrow, both of which she had gotten from a certain incident with her experimental programs. She wore light black makeup which was weirdly extremely prominent on her, and her thin, and barely noticeable eyelashes blended in splendidly. If not for her gash, and her rough and marred hands, along with her ice cold the-entire-street-loses-brain-cells-when-you-talk-to-me attitude, she would've been any guy's dream. She was quite tall in stature, but wasn't one of those dried up sticks they call hot.
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{Without the blue eyes. They're brown. Imagine them so, please. I do not know this person, or model. This is a picture I found on google and it fit the description I had in mind rather than the eyes. If you know or are the true owner, make sure to comment, or private message us right away. Thank you.}
Although it was quite prominent, she had an American lineage, and weirdly was the descendant of Candice Jones, a famous actress of her time. Pity was that she died due to an epidemic that took place during 2019, and ended in 20**.
As she arrived at the halls, she heard the voice of the same professor she did every Tuesday and Saturday. Weirdly, she heard it last Friday too.
"Miss Haywood, how pleasant of you to join us this morning. I was thinking I might have to put a missing poster up for you considering you haven't shown up for detention any of the days in the following week. Your last stunt resulted in detention, I wonder, will not coming to detention get you suspended?" asked Professor Jenkins.
