The short blue haired (it was dyed, as they weren't in TCBT, which is a society that can decide how they look at will, lucky fuckers) figure rushed to her window, hearing a ruckus from the neighbours, they knew, that they didn't pay their needed amount to TCBT, so, they were going to be executed in front of their house, Shanice never liked these executions but always watched them. It wasn't because they were scared but it was because they wanted a reminder of how cruel they were, Drew was slammed into the floor, sobbing, begging them to leave him and his wife, Erin alone, that he'd pay tomorrow, The executioner paid no heed. This one was different, Shanice realised, this one was carried out by Nexus, who was in charge, meaning it would most certainly be too disgusting to watch, knowing this, the gender fluid one closed their window, just in time for the screaming to become louder then suddenly stop, they sat on their bed for a moment and tried to calm their breathing.
"Shanice! You'll be late to school!" Their mother's sweet yet aggravated voice called, making them yell back that they were going to get ready soon, they sighed and rushed to their closet, pulling out their uniform, slowly undressing from their pjs, slipping on a white, silky shirt, a checkered hoodie, which they were almost never seen without, black ripped shorts, their black bandana with a red zip going across the lips and lastly, their sneakers.
They rushed downstairs and smiled at their family, their mother slid over and smiled, placing a hand on their shoulder as they passed their bag over, filled with all the math homework they refused to do, she kissed their forehead and wished her child good luck, telling them to avoid Nexus, knowing the execution may still be going on, as they often silenced their victims first.
They nodded and spoke to their family a little longer before rushing outside, they noticed Nexus looking at their door in surprise, not expecting it to open, though noting the uniform, he let them go on their merry way, they were just glad he didn't try to ask them questions, like he would if they hadn't been almost late.
As soon as they finished the walk to school, Cadeaxusseyfaria and Dayatnight bounced over to them, those two were their best friends in the whole school and while nobody else noticed the chemistry between them, They did so they made a simple remark about it, turning their cheeks dark red.
"Cute!" They smirked as Dayatnight stuttered out a response, before they both rolled their eyes and started dragging the bluenette to class, Math, the one those two could do, fuck, everyone else could do math, but Shanice struggled with the academic side of things but the creative side came out with ease- which was common with artists, though, they never put a pen to paper in their life, besides writing stories and diary entries.
They took their seat next to Cadeaxusseyfaria, a small smile on their features as they listened to them talk about Dayatnight, before it changed to the Artists. "How long do you think it's gonna take until they find the last one? I mean being able to tell the future is a big deal! How can they miss someone with that ability?"
"How did they miss the writers?" Shanice asked, narrowing their eyes at them, Cadeaxusseyfaria smiled nervously, they hated being a writer, it was similar to an artist but could also create universes and while they could tell the future, it wasn't set in stone like the artists predictions were, Cadeaxusseyfaria and Dayatnight were both writers thus causing practically everyone to hate them, knowing they were connected to the rulers who mistreated them, while Shanice couldn't care less and liked them before they all found out the truth.
"That's different, writers have close calls- people can write stories and have it seem so real, but it never will be. Artists get every detail exact, visually nothing's wrong, it looks just like the future, so, it's just- unmissable." The matter of fact tone of their voice spoke for itself, writers and artists are always good together but had a semi jealous relationship, wanting each other's talents. Though, never actually hating gone and other for having what they wanted.
"I guess so, but I think writers live better lives- they still get to leave that facility, after all and they get to have friends with people outside the facility, right?" Shanice spoke, tilting their head as the Teacher finally started handing out sheets for them to write answers on, as they took eons to write the questions on the black board.
"Yeah, poor artists, they never get freedom...Hey, you haven't actually drawn something before- I just realised," Cadeaxusseyfaria gasped, thinking back on a story they wrote where the one in front of them was an artist, knowing that it could possibly come true, they had to ask, even if they were right and it cost them their friendship. "You should try it." They spoke, lowly, pulling out some paper from their bag and putting it in front of them, so they could draw and still have the question sheet ready.
"Alright, fine. I'll draw."
