Need a Book

Chapter 1

August 17, 8:38:45

     Take deep breaths, is what I have to keep telling myself, as no one can know I'm in pain. I'm walking to my new school while watching the hovercars go by. I really hope I can keep the fact that I'm hurt hidden from them.

     I had to move, but I'm not mad about it like most kids would be. I'm used to it. I don't have to move because of my parent's job just because I don't have parents.

     Oh, here comes my school, but more importantly, robots. I personally don't mind robots or the A.I., Atlas, that runs them. It's the people behind the scene, or I guess screens, that I don't like. They call themselves the Illuminati, and they're the reason I'm hurt and can't get help even though there is free healthcare. They are the ones that got rid of all books so they can have complete control over the whole world, and no one will question them or see how things used to be.

     I entered the school knowing I can't become friends with anyone as I will most likely leave at the end of the year. The only reason I haven't been caught by the Illuminate for all of the moving and code changing is the fact that I put my parents down as Atlas helpers, meaning they have to move to where there are problems with Atlas so 'they' can fix it. I'm obviously the one who deals with it, but instead of fixing it, I hide it. And when the time is right, I will use the bugs I have been planting in Atlas so when the time comes, I can turn her off, which will, in turn, turn off the robots and the weapons that they use. And with this happening, I'll be able to take down the Illuminati and show the world, making it a better and safer place.

     I may sound cocky doing this alone, but I don't believe I am better than everyone, I know I'm not. I just don't know who to trust. I also don't believe that one side's good and one side's bad. I believe that just because one side is wrong doesn't mean the other side is right, and just because one side's right, doesn't make the other side wrong.

     I was now standing in front of my locker even though I have everything in my mail carrier bag. I just want to watch people talk about their summer with friends. I know that sounds weird, but I wanted to remind myself why I have to do this. Dammit, the bruise on my stomach is starting to flair up again. And now that I'm in pain, a robot has to come by. Goddamit, why did the injury on my stomach think it was an excellent idea to start making me feel like I was dying because it hurt so bad? I just hope I ca-

     "Are you okay, Miss?" the robot asked.

     Never mind, I guess there's no point in pleading. I smiled and said, "Yes, thank you, I think I might need to drink more water as I walked to school, which was pretty far."

     Please believe me. Please believe me. I haven't been the best at tricking the robots lately, as they upgraded their scanners, so it's harder to hide injuries from them. This forced me to invent a new type of wrap so the scanner doesn't pick up on the injuries.

     "I can see that. Your scan says that you need 25 oz of water. Do you have water that you can drink, Miss. Truman?"

     "Yes, in my bag, thank you," I say, even though people always look at me weirdly when I say thank you to a robot, but I don't care. I say it because when you look at the robots coding they're very close to the human mind.

     I watch as the robot hovers away, then see that the group I was watching before is giving me a weird look, probably because I just thanked a robot.

August 17, 8:57:12

     I saw that it was 8:57 and knew that classes were about to begin. So I started walking to my first class, hoping to beat the foot traffic.