I open my eyes. I can see light leaking in from the window through closed curtains. I look around my room, recognising each thing I have. It's quite easy because I only have a few things in my room. I get off my bed and stand up, opening the window. Then my alarm starts buzzing, which gives me the signal to eat. I hear a formal voice coming from the cameras in my room "Today you will eat lunch with Lynn." Yes! Its the time of week when I get to eat with Lynn. She is my best friend. I look through the window and shout to the neighbouring house.
"LYNN!" I shout. I have to shout loud because she always sleeps in.
"Coming..." mumbles lynn just loud enough for me to hear. I eat my breakfast whilst i'm waiting. I put a little bit too much cereal in the bowl, which set of my alarm again. A calm, robotic voice tells me to put some back. Lynn walks out of her front door and I reluctantly put some cereal back in the bowl. "Ugh!" Exclaims Lynn, "Sometimes I just hate the controllers! I WANT FOOD!" A camera zoomed in on Lynn. "Be careful what you say, Lynn" I say worriedly. After that conversation we walk silently to school.
Today is photo day, it's supposed to be in a week, but the photographers weren't available then. After everybody has had their photo taken, its Lynn's turn. She gets told to go up to the library. After 20 minutes I get worried because she hasn't come back down stairs yet. I speed up the stairs, almost tripping, and walk into the library. No one is there. My knees start to tremble. Suddenly, I see something shine in the corner of my eye.
I whip my head around and see a shiny steel button sticking out of one of the book shelves. As I walk across the room to see it closer up, I get more and more nervous. When I am right by it, I think about whether I should run out or press the button. My finger reaches towards the button. I press it. Suddenly a big square in the floor dissapears under me. I fall down into the dark, endless pit beneath me. My eyes widen in terror. I try to scream, but I don't let out a sound. Then, the concrete ground appears
just meters away from me.
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Utopia
RandomUtopia is perfect. Some may say it isn't, but when they do we never see them again. It's more orderly than perfect. The controllers watch the people all the time, what they eat, when they sleep, even which friends they have. It's easier that way...
