Robin Surréal

Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE

I was born in 1982. That means I'm thirty-five right now, unless you're reading this in 2014.

Time has flew like an airplane for over twenty years. I was trying to catch it for a long time, but eventually, I gave up. You can't catch time. Time has to decide if it wants to stop or not. Time was always my enemy. When I went through my early years, I was happy with my parents, who were nice and gave me a large allowance. Time flew faster than a tornado back then, and soon, I reached a stop to my happiness, and time decided to walk to Texas.

The year I started grade one was 1988. My school was horrible, but it was the closest one around. There were other schools, which were much cheaper, but were miles around us. Yes, we were a rich family, but we couldn't afford to travel so much. The teachers beat us there, and I came back every day with bruises and cuts. My family couldn't do anything about it. They were powerless against the law. Finally, though, I graduated high school, after long years of hard work. Time suddenly got on a jet plane, and I had to study every night. My school reached up all the way to grade twelve, so we had to move far, and that wiped us out.

We had almost no money left. I barely got into university, but we managed to get a few textbooks. Sadly, the textbooks wiped out the last of our money, and since I only had a few supplies, I could only do the subjects I hate.

Gym, math, history, and the worst of all. Geography.

I hated memorizing facts. I couldn't get any decent marks. In gym, I got the best marks out of the four subjects, which was a D. In math, I got a fail, as in history and geography. After about two months, I got kicked out of university. I hated my life after that. I wanted to kill myself. My parents said that since I could hunt (granddad taught me) I could live off that. Fresh meat. I had to face the hard life, hunting and gathering food. I felt like I wasted all the hard homework and studying on nothing.

There was one good thing about hunting. I became really good at it, so good that granddad came over to our house and was shocked at me. He said I should employ in the Hunter Army, which payed well. They fought in war, but used old time weapons. Bows and arrows. Clubs. The government kept them secret, but it didn't really work out well. Grandad found that out.

Still, it was like luck had found me. It was a long journey getting there, but it was worth it to see the faces of the other hunters when I was tested. I had a happy life there, and became close to rich again. Just when I was considering going back to university, the managers had a meeting with us. We had to go to a large mission. Almost like James Bond. The mission was horrible when they explained it, but it payed so well, I had to go.

The journey was only the first biggest journey of my life.