A Silent Language

Chapter 1

Mia's POV
"Finally!!! School's over!!" I couldn't agree more with Jazz's enthusiasm on the start of summer vacation. School had been dreadful; unenthusiastic monotonous teachers, strenuous amount of homework, countless projects with little time, and tests, of course the tests but now it's all over.
"Until next year." I teased, Jazz slapped my shoulder lightly with a pout plastered on her tan face.
"You're just a mood killer. I hate you." I laughed as we both step out of the run down bus. Jazz laughed along with me until we were gasping for the summer air. We walked some more on the grey concrete street under the sun, slapping our backs and darkening our shadows as they follow us underneath our shoes.
"Race you to my house!!" I groaned, I didn't want to sweat but Jazz is an athletic woman who doesn't get affected by weather unlike normal people like me.
"I don't wanna!!" Jazz scoffed at my complain, grabbing my sweaty wrist and dragged me.
"This is why you are fat. You don't exercise!!" I pouted at another lecture about the importance of exercise, while I admit I do eat a lot it's what humans do, who doesn't do that?
"I'm not fat, I'm just a bit fat boned." I stated, Jazz rolled her brown eyes and continued dragging me to her house, and by house I mean a mansion.

✔Big roof
✔Indoor and outdoor swimming pool
✔Over ten different rooms(excluding bathrooms)
✔Indoor movie theater and flat screen TVs
✔Bowling alley
✔An enormous amount of clothes in closets
✔King-sized beds almost everywhere
✔A chandelier embodied with diamonds and gold
✔Three massive garages
✔sport fields and ice skate/roller blade rinks
✔Advance technology everywhere!!!

Yep, everything checks out in my book on what a mansion is. Jazz dropped me the moment we got into her bedroom as she rushed to bring her laptop and flung herself on her king-sized bed, sinking into it. I threw my backpack beside Jazz's and climbed onto the bed, squealing in anticipation for our favorite YouTube channel.
"Time for some Neon Cyborgs!!!" We yelled in unison as Jazz searched YouTube and typed "neon cyborgs" on the search bar. Rows of videos appeared with one video said to be posted yesterday.
"They uploaded another one!" I was totally fangirling over them, who wouldn't? They're videos are so viral with every post; about 87 million views as an average, a couple even a billion. They are YouTube dancers who recently became famous as they dance on the most ridiculous places; mountains, jungles, old temples, near cliffs, ancient ruins, around/in waterfalls, sky diving, desserts, and more with their dance moves out of the world. They are always syncronize with each other, emphasizing each move taken with precision despite the conditions the terrains have. I personally love their music videos, all so well done and their fluid dancing and the compatible music they created, is just so addicting to watch. They seemed to be telling a story and the visual effects and small Easter eggs in the backgrounds add more to its inconclusive story that many theorize about in various social places.I have watched all their music videos at least a couple dozen times, it's just so good!!!! And the world agrees, there were even news on them after their first video was a huge sensation having about 2 billion views. No one knows who they really are though as their faces are covered with masks that are completely back with no holes or sight skin peeking through on the other side and a large hoodie to conceal the rest.

"This is gonna be so good." Jazz said as the new video was loading. "Reboot", that was its name. The scenery was dark, with four rusty steel chairs in a line across the screen. There were six figures slouching on the chairs, almost giving an impression of unconscious beings. Bright colors flickered with each beat from the music intro as its tempo was slowly increasing. The figure eventually was moving, slowly moving their head upward until they froze along with the music.
Blue, yellow, red, green, and purple all flash at once as the music blasted instantaneously; sharp beats of dubstep as the black figures slowly rose up just as a feminine AI voice said:
"Reboot comehensing."