Answer Me

Chapter 1: Told

Chapter 1: Told

Tapping my pencil repeadedly on my History tablet, I let out a long sigh a pretended to listen as the teacher dragged on today's lesson. None of it interested me. Why would it anyway? Majors just threw you into school these days, assuming that you're their child, and there wouldn't be any doubt in the world that any of this stuff wouldn't interest you. How wrong were they...

(A/N: Some of this stuff may be confusing, because it's the future, and things are bound to change. So, I'll be adding in some of this definition stuff so you'll be able to understand :) Majors= Parents)

As my head slumped down on the desk, a loud buzz sounded throughout the room, and a sudden electric shock zapped me upright. 

That damn tablet again.

(A/N: Tablets are what books have been replaced with...Kind of like iPads or Kindles)

"Miss.Airheart, I see you've finally decided to join the rest of the class." Ms. Kleace said in her I-know-you-haven't-been-listening-so-I'll-hold-it-against-you look and tone, as the entire class looked at me and laughed. "Would you mind coming up to the Blank and showing us who made the Oxygons that make the air we breath liveable, and Juliett, why don't you write what year he was born in as well?" She ordered, smirking as if she knew I didn't know the answer.

Well, I didn't. 

However, against all doubts, I stood up ubruptly from my chair, and spoke with my best I'm-a-goody-two-shoes voice.

"Why yes, Ms. Kleace. I'd be delighted!" I said sweetly, and hopped up from my seat, bounding toward the Blank.

(A/N: Blanks are like chalkboard, or whiteboards. They're giant touch-screens that teachers now use)

My act was working perfectly, except for one major glitch.

I didn't exactly know the answer.

Desperatley searching for the right thing to write, I dug through my memory to try to find the answer. Nothing. I dug deeper and deeper into my brain, trying to find the answer, when something popped up, blinding me from my current evironment. 

It was a voice. Clear as the water that came from the streams of Ash, familiar as the voice of my own Majors.

It called my name. Juliett. Juliett. It seemed as though something was desperate to find time, only to run out. It seemed like something was begging to be heard. 

Then it spoke.

I've found the solution. I've done it. After everything, I found the cure. No longer do we have to quit on mankind, no longer must we live in darkness. I've found a way for us, for her, for me, to survie. We can survive. The device makes sure of it. I've called it the Oxygon. The artifitial replacement of trees. As small as a fingernail, yet can give off new air to last a singler person 10 years. We'll make millions, no trillions! We can live again...we can breath again.

We can breath.

Suddenly I was broken from connection to the mysterious thing that was holding me to the voice, and was returned back to my original place.

I knew everything now.

Bringing my hand up to the screen, I wrote down my answer.

"Juliett, please move so I can see your answer."

I silently moved to the right of the blank, revealing my answer.

2012

Elron.