I watch my fat cat pace in circles around my alarm clock. A few minutes ago, it had jumped onto the desk and had been obsessed with my alarm clock. I had just found it in the attic today and had decided to put it in my room. Julia had licked, stared at, and scratched the alarm clock. I'm not sure why I don't but I don't stop her. I just let her go about her business. I close my eyes and stretch out on my bed. It had a slight slope where my back arches for my own personal comfort. Father made it that way. I guess it's nice but it doesn't feel like home. Home had stiff cots and pretty paintings and lightbulbs dangling off strings. Home had Mom running around singing and smiling in her white apron. Home had Father and Mom hugging and laughing. Home isn't a place for beer bottles and loneliness and fancy beds.
My Mom died when I was 6. She was 29. That's not supposed to happen, the doctors said when I told them her age. Her heart had been failing. Like she was growing old but she wasn't. Her heart slowed and she couldn't walk and she couldn't remember where she put her keys. And then one night, under a bright hospital light, it stopped. Quickly. It didn't hurt, Father had said. It didn't hurt your Mommy.
Then there was Father. Father who was turned mean. Father who was turned bitter and lonely. My Father was never the same after that night. I remember how I heard sobs and refused to believe it was my strong, happy Daddy. I used to call him Daddy because that's what little girls do. But now, he is Father because Daddy is the word of a little girl. A word of affection. Father is just a title.
I'm 15 yeas old now. Old enough to be matched with a boy. How it works is by age 16, you are living with your spouse. WebEdu teaches us to be responsible so we don't need to wait until we're older like in the old days. Sex is banned until age 18 though, but I have friends who broke that rule a long time ago. Every once in a while on the history program, I learn about crime and how it was when Earth was the main planet of Humanity. How it was before WWIII. Where there was crime and shootings, and murder, and robbery. What an awful thing. Now, Earth is peaceful. Where people live in harmony. Alexia and Kohpak are the sister planets of Earth. I live on Alexia. Kohpak was discovered in the year 2567. Shortly thereafter, in the same year, Alexia was discovered. Both were suitable to maintain life. Scientists and astronauts did some work and now, it has the same ecosystem as Earth except without disease, insectoids, or wild animals. All that remains are domesticated creatures. And there is also no crime here, so everyone is safe to live on their own and walk to school by themselves, or take a public transport alone. No crime. No felony.
Anyways, sometime this year, I am going to be sent to MatchHub where I will find my spouse with a series of speed dating techniques and mind scan. The Matchers analyze our personalities and find someone that suits you perfectly. Father says he can't wait to have the house all to himself.
I stare at the wall which has an Animation on it. It is one of my favorites. It is a show about a family. I think I like it because it is about a happy family that sometimes fights, but in the end, loves each other. It's colorful and funny and it cheers me up a little bit.
I hear my father scream at me to turn it down, even though I know he probably can't hear it. I turn it down a little and eventually end up turning it off. I pray Father is in a good mood and head downstairs.

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