"Students!" The voice of the extremely perky teacher snapped me out of my lovely daydream about the hottie next to me. "Today you will be testing for jobs in the government of the Darks! This is an extremely exciting opportunity for you all!" She clapped her hands, the calligraphic 'D' brand stood out on her pale skin. "Though the Lights are of course our noble leaders," Oh the bullshit, she knew they had cams set up, "We do have the freedom to assign representatives to work along side the Lights," Uh correction, we have the freedom yes, but in reality we are servants. Assistants. Slaves.
I zoned out again. We'd been fed this propaganda since first year. Lights are the Supreme Leaders of the United Countries, as Darks we have the right to apply to change our status and Lights do as well. As Darks we have the right to work in our government, as a Light, they have the right to supervise our government and influence laws and positions as they see fit. A lot of people in the room thought I was a slacker, a player and well the player part is true, but I'm no slacker. I got Jailbait to take care of. I need a government position. I can't let them take her to the Home.
I was applying for a job at The Department Of Sorting. Darks sorted people by class. Superior Darks, Average Citizen, and Civilian. The DS also did immigration, sometimes Lights found the massive flaws in their own government and wanted to leave, become Dark instead of fleeing to the Separatists. They had to be sorted and branded and that was the job of the DS and hopefully me. My class would be changed and Jailbait, Ma and I would be safe. I'd make enough to send Jailbait to a good school and pay Ma's bills.
"Kylar Arch!" I blinked a bit hazy, perky teach called my name again "Kylar Arch"
I swingers my feet off my desk, "It's Ky." I pulled my leather jacket on and winked at the hottie next to me. I knew all the girls had their eyes on me. Tight black jeans, black canvass shoes, a tight black v-neck t-shirt and my worn jacket made them go nuts. I was the stereotypical bad boy they all wanted. I walked towards the metal doors that led toward freedom, my current hookup, Maci Rosen, ran up and kissed me and purred in her low seductive voice,
"Do it for us." She thought we'd make it. This wasn't for her. This was for Jailbait and Ma. I laid my hand on the glowing scanner and heard the familiar computerized voice read my stats as the doors slid open with a ominous hiss.
"Kylar Arch. Male. Eighteen. Dark."
I stepped into the hallway and the cool air hit my face as I walked down the echoing metal hallway. This was it.
