Planetary Emergence

Chapter 1 - The New Kid

The year 3000 has arrived and the Planet Earth and its main inhabitants...the homosapiens, carry on with their usual life disregarding the harmful effects that their actions are leading them to, their own deaths.

Everything was basically running completely dependent on technology and electricity.

Earth was being pushed to its limit, on the brink of extinction. It could've blown at any given moment, but humans don't even recognize that you have to give to Earth in order receive somewhere to live, to stay, to survive, to function.

January 21st 3000

It's the First day of School at the renowned Carl Williams High based in Jamaica. There was just a typical 14 year old highschool boy known as Rye by all his fellow classmates..always being bullied. Looking back at that was pretty sad actually. He couldn't understand why good people are always picked on....or is it that this new kid just merely appeared to be Divergent in their eyes?

As usual classes were always so f**king boring, especially History. He wanted to kill himself, the boredom was that unbearable. Other classmates could definitely relate this stress.

Well teachers found this boys intellect and excellent grades to be rather impressive for a transfer student; that's why the school requested him. He was too smart at his previous school. Rye made even his old teachers looked like noobs in their respective subjects but naah... it wasn't really a big deal for him cause he always studied. But in due time it turned out to be that his IQ was off the charts for them.

Sometimes he wondered if his natural abilities is what led to him be envied and picked on. Is this a blessing or a curse? Both maybe?

Rye

"Damn! Oh my God! Look at the freaking time! It's 3:00 pm? Schools over. I'm glad I can leave and get outta this stupid uniform," I said to myself with gladness.

"Cause honestly I'm not a fan of uniforms. They slowly suffocate me throughout the day," he utters again but smoothly.

Home was not far away for me, pretty good walking distance. From then I went on my way home. All by myself as usual.

*30 minutes later*

I entered through the front gate of Granpa's house that was made of hardwood painted in green...with the yard cloaked in flowers of all kind. It wasn't a bigass house, had all the rooms anyone would need to carry out humane tasks but Ringo and I just made do.

I headed to my room cause I was pretty worn out. Threw my bag across the floor, took my uniform off and within seconds I was in the bed only wearing my blue boxers and I dozed off momentarily like a drunk passing out on his last shot of whiskey, I just needed to recharge myself.

An hour later I'm up, I hear dishes clinking each other. Judging by the location of the sounds of the dishes it was definitely in the Kitchen. In no time I begun taking baby steps towards the kitchen cause I was semi-conscious.

Upon making my way towards the doorway. I slowly rose my head up and with my vision partially blurred, I used both my hands to rub my eyes. There he was, my Old Man, Ringo finishing up the dishes that I had promised to wash soon as I came back from school.

Rye: "Old man I told you that I had planned on washing those"

"Nevermind these boy, I realized you were sleeping." Ringo said in a calm fashion.

That old man was lecturing me with his outlooks on life. Yes I know I have a long way to go but damn I need some time off from Philosophies. After all I'm just a kid, got to enjoy life, live and learn, find friends,get a girl....create memories.

Even at the age of Seven my Grandad Ringo always told me that I thought like a true Sage, a Leader in fact. I was raised by him and him alone. I had no else. He gave me the name "Rye" the day my Parent's passed away. So I went on to be Rye Ronaldson.

Ringo as I addressed him in my mind.....was always reluctant in telling me how they died cause he believed that I couldn't bare the thought, but really that's one of those things I really love about him; his great consideration for his grandchild. For some odd reason death didn't disturb me in anyway. It wasn't that I was cold-hearted or anything....I just couldn't show emotions completely. I guess I got more to learn about these "feelings." Or maybe....just maybe I'm incompatible to emotions?

All caught up in my chain of thoughts...not realizing that I fell deep into a daydream; right infront of Grandad.

Ringo: Rye...son are you okay?

Rye: Huh? Oh yeah I'm okay granpa

Ringo: You seem stressed or thought provoked

That man always gave me hope. Come on, he took me in, cared for me, like I was his son. He was always lingering in his thoughts and goals...to one day achieve true stability and restoration for Earth. A goal not many is willing to shoulder.

"Grandad Is your dream still active? You know, to restore Earth?," I asked with overwhelming curiosity

"Well yes Rye...and I do not ever plan on giving up on it," he said with a spark of interest.

Who knows? Maybe someday I might just bequeath my will to you...he further mentioned with a chuckle.

Ringo was pretty jovial, smiles when he gets the chance. Just the kind of person I need around me. He was also a pretty awesome cook. It was growing up watching him cook that made me so splendid in home economics. This further made girls gravitate towards me for some reason. But yeah I'm a teen guy so of course I honed my skills & became a bit tempted to take advantage of the situation; I'm a guy it's in my DNA. Thanks Grandad...respects to you always.

Ringo

Prior to washing those dishes and Rye's awakening from his nap. We had a little chat and he went back to his room to bide his time until dinner was ready. I begun preparing dinner for me and the boy....we gotta settle our stomachs so we could sleep and build our strength for another day. Thought I would just cook some good ole ackee and saltfish with some dumplings; fruit punch being the beverage for the final meal of the day. During all this, I could hear Rye in his room preparing for school tomorrow....the books slapping each other, the pages skipping, pencils falling and the zipper being zipped on his plaid JanSport backpack.

Until....I heard something shatter on the floor and cries started to escape the Rye's bedroom.

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