The next phase

Chapter 1

It was the 20th of October. The trees were bright orange, yellow, and red and the wind was blowing with a sound that was like the ocean hitting against the shore.
"Skye! Time to wake up sweetie! You've got a big day ahead of you!" My moms sweet voice shouted from downstairs.
"Okay I'm going!" I shouted back at her. My brain was still asleep and my eyes were crusted shut but my stomach knew exactly what was going on. I didn't want to get up. Not just because it was 8 30 in the morning but because today was the day. My day. Our day. The next faze of 2142 The day when I would find out the future. The day I would find out when I would die.
Although I didn't want to get out of bed I knew I had to, so I pulled off my big grey comforter and slowly began to stand onto my skinny, shaking legs. I walked over to the bathroom in the hallway and opened the bland white door. I turned on the shower, grabbed my tooth brush and began to brush my teeth while waiting for the water to heat up. When the water was finally warm I spat into the sink, stripped of my pyjamas and jumped into the warm, calming water of the shower. I felt the warm water drip down my head onto my face and down my left arm. Then, it fell to the ground, joining the stream of water heading to the drain. I had always found water such a neat thing. You can make it into a gas, solid or liquid. It had always been my dream to swim. Swim in a large body of water or a pool perhaps, but in our "perfect society" it is considered unacceptable, and rude to swim. There is no pools within hours of this place and no rivers, lakes or seas within days. Or so I'm told. Nevertheless because of this, none of us have ever learned to swim.
When I was all finished washing my hair I turned off the shower and pressed the air conditioning button right next to the soap. All this air suddenly came blowing out from the walls drying me from head to toe. When the air stopped I stepped out of the shower and walked over to the box on the right side of the wall. The box was a machine that gave us our clothes every morning based on the event at hand.
I reached out my hand and held down the red button until it turned green.
"Name?" The box asked in an electronic female voice. The usual programmed voice.
"Skye Fall." I responded. Waiting for the next usual question.
"Gender?"
"Female." Like always.
"Age?"
"13." Soon to be 14 I thought to myself. Only a few more months.
"Date?"
"Saturday, October 20th, 2142." Wow. Already it was my next phase day. I remember going to my brother Jason's 3 years ago and getting the exciting news that my brother would live to be 87. I remember thinking, in 3 years that will be me standing on that stage hearing my death date. And here I am.
"Processing." The box replied followed by loud beeping noises. A noise that I had heard every day of my life. Though today. Today was different. Today my outfit would be completely different from anything I had ever worn before. Much more formal I was sure. Perhaps heels and a beautiful ball gown. Or flats and a cute little short dress. Whatever it was today would not be the only day I would wear it. Of coarse it would have to be adjusted because I'm sure I would grow between now and then. Never the less the next time I would wear this outfit would be on my death bed.
Suddenly the box opened to reveal my first article of clothing. The underwear- the usual bra and underpants. I grabbed them and put them on and while I was doing that the box shut again. I was starting to get anxious. I couldn't wait to see my full outfit
The box opened again and the next article of clothing shocked me but I knew I had to wear them. It was the shoes. Blue converse. My usual blue converse.
Okay, clam down I'm sure that the next article will be fine, I thought. The box shut and 10 seconds later it opened once again. I was scared to even grab it. But I did.
Jeans. Jeans? In my hands I was holding a pair of black jeans. JEANS! For my next faze day! This was not possible! Okay I just have to keep calm. I thought to myself. The box shut again and I prayed when it opened it would be something formal. Anything formal. Anything. Ten seconds later it opened once again.
No. No it's not possible. I thought to myself.i grabbed the article of clothing and In my hands I was holding my usual v neck grey t-shirt. All the clothes I had received were my usual everyday clothes. I had worn these almost every day since I was 10.
The box shut again and although I hate to admit it I knew what article of clothing was coming out next. The box opened and my guess was correct. My usual black sweater. The button then went red again. My order was complete. Since I had no other choice I put on my black jeans, grey v neck, and black sweater, placing my converse on the bathroom table. I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked at every article of clothing knowing that this, these plain bland everyday clothes, would be what I would wear on my death bed. I also looked at my face. I was fairly pretty. I mean, no where near being the prettiest girl in my class, but still...pretty.
I touched my long wavy beach blond hair watching the way it fell below my chest, complimenting my white, but slightly tanned skin. Sometimes I wondered what i would like with makeup on but it was a policy that we weren't aloud to wear makeup until our last faze day. Considering the fact I didn't know what any of my moms makeup was, let alone how to use it, I decided I would ask my mom to do my makeup and maybe my hair as well.
I kept trying to ignore my outfit, but the more I tried the more I thought about it. This can't be real. There must have been some mistake. Did I say the wrong date? I don't think I did. I thought to myself. No! I'm not wearing this to the next phase and I'm definitely not wearing this on my death bed! I thought to myself, the power of my thoughts giving myself a powerful, throbbing head ache.
I walked back over to the box and pressed in the red button until it turned green.
"Name?" the box replied, just as it had before.
"Skye Fall." I said trying to keep my anger hidden behind my shaking voice.
"Gender?"
"Female."
"Age?" The box asked.
"13" I was getting impatient.
" Date?" Finally, I thought to myself. Okay what day is it. October 20th 2142. I think that's what I said last time.
"October 20th, 2142." I said waiting for the box to open. But it didn't. The box made a loud ringing noise followed by the robotic voice saying:
"I'm sorry your order has already been received for October 20th, 2142 for Skye Fall age 13. Please try again tomorrow."
Those words were the worst words I had ever heard before but little did I know, worse words would soon be said to me.