In which 5 academy obsessed students find themselves holding more power than expected.
A dystopian world with the upmost jarring romances, pain, and stories too gut wrenching to simply not enjoy.
*REMAKE OF THE ORIGINAL RAO5*
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A sex tape. Really?
I close off my messages app on my GYPT and almost chuckle at myself. Tryouts are in 2 days and people are focused on a sex tape going around the training center? Pathetic.
You'd think this all would've went away back in 2035, but here we are. A thousand years later and we're still in the same ideology as one of the oldest generations known in GreyRose.
I put my GYPT into my front pocket and grab my keys off my desk before rushing downstairs. My mom halts my sprint with the classic frown I know all too well. She stands at the front door, arms crossed.
I swallow. "Yes?"
"Where are you going?"
"For a ride."
"Shouldn't you be training?"
"I already did a session this morning ma." I grab my blue biker helmet off of the wall. "I just need to clear my mind."
My mother was one of the best during her time at Zelch. She was going to be one of the top in the council, but an injury with her leg absolutely diminished all respect possible. She was saved by my dad, who is a mentor at Zelch, so she never got abandoned in the streets.
But now? All the pressure is on me.
"Please," I plead. "I'm stressed enough as it is."
My mom bites the inside of her cheek before nodding her head. "Okay," she states softly. She moves out the way and hands me a bottle of water from the counter next to her. "Okay, stay safe please."
I give her a kiss on the cheek and grab my matching coat. "Thank you."
***
My world is black and white as my visor covers my eyes. The roads beneath me seem to move quicker than what reality brings and finally, I felt what I was hoping to feel. Free.
Though I can't see my hands due to my gloves, I can feel my knuckles turning white from how hard I'm gripping the handles. The speed thermometer flashes a red light, warning me about my speed, but I truly couldn't care less.
I've gotten tickets before and I'm always left with a slap on the wrist because of my dad. I've never gotten into anything dangerous so I'm sure it's not going to change now.
The roads are the darkest shade of black GreyRose has, with lights implanted in the middle, the separating line between directions are clearer than ever. I keep on my side easy, lane splitting between cars and enjoying the adrenaline I inherit from such.
Cars honk and grown men slap their steering wheels, but I continue my enjoyment of a ride.
I'm a little unsure of where I am trying to go, but my best bet would be the dojo. I don't want to go there and train right now, but that doesn't mean I can't visit some friends and drink a little bit.
