I was I my favorite place in the world: the library.There were shelves that looked a hundred feet high and filled with books, and it seemed the room was lit up by candle light and the lamps on the desks were the only things in the entire room that had a light bulb. The library itself looked like it belonged in a castle, made not only to hold books, but to look beautiful and give its readers a sense of comfort. I take a deep breath in, as if I could absorb all the knowledge and stories this wonderful place had to offer if I just breathe deeply enough. I wander around looking for the book that-
"JANE WAKE UP! WE FOUND THE BOOK YOU'VE BEEN DYING TO READ!" I hear a familiar voice yell. I sprang up to see if the voice was telling the truth.
"YOU REALLY FOUND IT?!?" I yell, realizing the voice that woke me up belonged to my cousin, Marcus Vine. Marcus was four years older than me, and he treated me as the kid sister he was glad to have.
"No. I just said that so you'd get your ass out of bed and not fall back asleep," Marcus said, giving me a cocky smile that almost begged to be slapped off. in my mind it should be considered illegal to be that happy before 9 am.He was wearing his slightly worn army green jacket with the collar up. it looked like a trench coat, but it was the size of a hoodie so it only reached to just under his ass instead of going down to his knees. His light brown hair looked like he brushed it, but I knew that the bastard had been blessed by the gods with perfect hair that required no brushing and the inability to get any sort of what could be defined as bedhead. Unfortunately for me, I was cursed with hair that looked like three tornadoes ran through it when I woke up, and that was considered as "not as messy as usual". Thankfully, i put my hair in a braid because if there was one thing i hated more than waking up, it was dealing with the unavoidable and very painful to make look decent mess of knots my hair would fall into if i didn't braid or put in a bun the night before.
"Okay, you have thirty seconds to not only explain why you woke me up, but why I shouldn't chop off your balls and feed them to you. In that order. Starting NOW," I say, giving Marcus a well practiced death glare. Marcus knows that I am not, nor will ever be, a morning person. I made it perfectly clear to Marcus on more than one occasion, that the only reasons he should ever wake me is if the world is exploding, he found a book that I haven't read and looks interesting,someone who wants to kill us is near, or that we are needed at the base.
"Does my reason for waking you up count as the reason on why you shouldn't castrate me?
"Twenty seconds left"
"We've been summoned. Boss-Lady said something came up and that we might be needed to handle it," Marcus says, temporarily looking serious. If there was one thing Marcus took seriously, it was his job as a lifeline.
"Alright, your ability to have kids and pee standing up remains. Give me ten minutes to bush my hair, change out of my jammies and into real clothes," I say getting off of my bed and walking toward my kit. My kit was a something like the backpack a solider would be given on his first day at boot camp, except mine was pink and the straps were black. No one, not even Marcus was allowed to touch my bag. It contained everything everything I needed to survive, and it never left my sight unless I was sleeping. I dig through my kit until I was able to find my lifeline uniform. It was practically a ninja would wear; soundless, easy to move in, black, comfortable, and multiple useful objects could be carried without falling.
After I brushed my hair and put on my uniform, I dig through my kit one last time before I find my favorite denim jacket. my dad gave it to me two years before the world went hell in a hand basket, and it was the closest thing to a religions object i had.
back when we still together,
"No. Stop thinking about that. It won't do you, him, or anyone else any good if you get depressed and start crying over things you can't control or change," I tell myself, putting on the jacket while blinking back tears that were threatening to spill if i didn't get a grip.
"C'mon let's go Marcus! And why are smiling like that?" I say to Marcus, who was smiling like he just discovered who I had a crush on, or that i was just about to walk in to one of his pranks. I learned that if I didn't know the reason for that smile, the smartest thing to do was to stop and find out.
"I just remembered that those where the same jammies you wore to the base," he said, his smile getting a little wider. We had packed up and started to make our way to the base.
"Oh yea, I remember that. Everyone stared at me until Boss-Lady called me to her office. Apparently its "unprofessional" to show up at the base in purple pajamas with stars on them while eating a twizzler. I was stuck on lecture duty and newbie training for a week and a half" I say chucking at my past and cringing at the memory of having to train the new lifelines. i like kids as much as the next guy, but leaving me in a room alone with 10 to 15 year olds learn how to knock out a solider twice their size and height is where i draw the line.
"Why did you even do that?" Marcus asks, still smiling but looking at me like I was certifiably insane. I saw life at the base was like a snobby prep school. uniforms, rules, high exceptions, and the possibility of getting kicked out if you break too many rules.
"Grace bet me twenty bucks that I wouldn't do it,"
"I'm honestly surprised you are still allowed in the base. Half the stuff you do would get cause any ordinary lifeline to be expelled," Marcus said, looking slightly disappointed, but still mostly amused.
"Hey you have pulled the same, if not more, amount of stunts that count as dangerous and stupid as I have. In fact, I am willing to bet a month of newbie training that our entire group has caused Boss-lady to make new rules in our honor, and our ability to cause in her words ' complete and utter chaos in a professional place where people learn how to take down soliders at least twice their size," I say, kicking a rock with my combat boots. They may not have part of the standard lifeline uniform either, but neither was the denim jacket. I haven't gotten kicked out yet for wearing them yet, so on my feet they stay.
"Remind me again why our group hasn't been kicked out of the lifelines?"
"Because we're the best, and the boss knows it. We may be the weirdest and likely most irresponsible group in the base, but we work together better than any other group and we get more lock ups than anyone else. I'm also pretty sure that Boss-Lady thinks that we would cause more trouble and migraines for her and other people if she just released a group of insane teenagers without enough common sence to, I don't know,not set the fields on fire.
why would we set fields on fire?
"i told you if she let us out there would be no one with enough common sense to keep us from doing something like that,"
"fair point
the rest of the walk to the base went like that. discussing why we were still allowed to go in to the base and the insane things we have done that should have gotten us kicked out of the base, or warrant a stay in a locked padded room with no sharp objects or matches
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So this is the first chapter! I going to explain the way the lifelines live more in the next chapter. So vote, comment on my spelling and say what I need to fix, and favorite if you want to. Future Queen Of The World, out!!
