The Untouchables

Chapter Seven: Luke

 "Luke!" A lady's voice shouted. "Breakfast!"

I woke up with a start, peeling my eyes open out of sleep. "Coming!" I shouted back, still groggy with tiredness.

I pulled my blankets off of my body, rubbed my eyes, and yawned. The new morning's sun was barely peeking through the tall buildings of the Monarch's Sector, casting eerie shadows over the streets.

The walls of my room were covered in peeling, maroon wallpaper. I had two rectangular windows on both sides of my room. One faced east, sending the morning sun into the room. The other one was on the south side, facing an alleyway, all complete with a fire escape ladder. No one's ever needed it, so it's really rickety and rusty.

I share my room with my three cousins, Alex, Emmett, and Cora. So we have a single bed for me, a bunk bed for the boys, and a little, unoccupied bed for Cora, all of which were empty at this time of the morning. As well as a small dresser for all of our clothes and baby supplies.

It's too early to be awake.

Nonetheless, I got up, made my bed, and went into the bathroom. I stepped up to the sink, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water onto my face. The freezing shock of the water on my face woke me up immediately.

After I dried off my face, combed my hair, and brushed my teeth, I walked down the hallway of our small apartment, and into the living room.

My Aunt and Uncle were sitting on the couch, sorting through some papers sent to us by the Rebels. Father was sitting at the table reading the daily newspaper, and Mother was in the kitchen, finishing up breakfast for everyone.

Just then, a pair of young, twin boys came barreling into the living room, shouting at one another.

"Give me back my socks!"

"I didn't take them!"

"Yes you did!"

"Even if I did, I wouldn't give them back!"

"You're stupid!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Give them back!"

"No way!"

"Boys!" My Aunt shouted at the twins, "Quit it."

"But Mother!" They whined in unison.

My Aunt barely looked up from the papers she was reviewing, and shot them both a glare.

The twins shut up, but continued to bicker under their breaths, as they went to the kitchen for breakfast.

I sighed. I really do love my cousins, but sometimes their constant arguing and bickering can be extremely annoying. Especially early in the morning.

I spotted and walked over to where a pink bassinet stood beside the couch.

"Good morning, Cora!" I said to the little baby inside. Her big, blue, eyes looked up at me from the bassinet, her little hands reaching up for me. She squealed as I played with her hands.

"Luke!" Mother called to me again. "If you don't come and get your breakfast, these two are going to eat it for you." She said, gesturing to the twins with her spatula.

"Right!" I remembered. I dashed over to the kitchen, grabbed a plate, and went over to the stove where Mother was standing. She gave me my breakfast, and I sat down at the table.

My entire family is living undercover in the Monarch's Sector, assisting the newly formed Rebel group.

Living in the Monarch's Sector isn't terrible, but I couldn't imagine living in any of the other Sectors. Working in the hot sun, all day, everyday. We live pretty luxurious lives here compared to the working sectors, like the Fishing Sector for example. Us kids in the Monarch's Sector go to school in an air-conditioned school building, all day, then we go home. Meanwhile, in the Fishing Sector, once the kids are nine years old, they have to work on boats in a colorless Sector, smelling like rotten fish all day.