You're a Prime. What are they? They take care of...how shall you put it? Medias. No, they don't create and run medias, more rather, keep them in check, if you will. See, they have a secret, one that you, and all the Primes before you have been charg...
Hi! I'm the old Prime, Laureth Sullivan, and this is your introduction to your new job as a Prime! So, rumors are flying around, that medias are real, like actual living, breathing people. Well, they'd be right...and it's our job, as the Prime, to keep that secret safe, and when rumors like these start flying around, to shut them down as quickly as possible.
You must be really confused, finding this on your doorstep, one morning after you wake up with a searing pain on your left forearm, and finding a number on the back of your neck, or somewhere on your body. It should be the number 2,038 unless the other Primes got too lazy, so they're leaving me to explain.
"What's a Prime?" You might be asking yourself, well, basically, every time a Prime dies or has let the power go to their heads, a new one is chosen. Usually, the next Prime knows the last one, if only a small bit. We Primes take care of the human versions of medias, not the apps or websites.
"How many are there?" Well, that's a tough one. There are many medias, as we've seen, but only one Prime in each cycle. Maybe there are more Primes, and the government is just keeping them a secret, but we don't know.
"When do I meet them?" Well, you meet them when the government sends a SWAT team to bust down your door, and take you to your new neighborhood, where you meet the medias, and hopefully befriend them! Just a warning, for your own good, stay away from IN EX, he's a little douche. You'll be able to take your stuff, but you should probably go change into normal clothes because the SWAT team doesn't really ask if you're decent before they break down your door.
Everything else will be explained on your way to the neighborhood, so good luck! And don't forget.
You got this book five minutes ago, and sure enough, on your forearm, where it had been searing with pain a while back, there's a tattoo of binary code? Huh. Welp, you should probably go change, before the SWAT team sees you in your pajamas.
After changing into a dark blue tee with white skinny jeans and your brown combat boots, you sit on your couch, watching LOST until the SWAT team comes and breaks down your door, which you left open. So they actually don't break it down, more rather just step inside without permission.
"Ms. Shelby Otto Marinko, you are to come with us." You stand, grabbing your purse, phone, jacket, and keys, before locking your door, and going with the SWAT team to your new neighborhood.
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Hey! Thanks for reading the first chapter of Living the Prime Years! I hope you enjoy, and before I get too far into this A/N, I just want to say thank you to LiVing_Colour for letting me base this story off of her Prime Life story. Be sure to not only check her story, but to follow her and show her some loving! Now, on with the A/N.
First off, please let your voice be heard! Comment anything and everything (Within reason) that you like, and dislike about the story! I want to make everyone be able to enjoy this, so I want to hear your guys' thoughts and ideas!
Next off, what characters would you like to see? I have a few in mind, but I want to know your suggestions! And again, please make sure that they're within a reasonable age limit. I think dating apps are as far as I'll go, so nothing inappropriate.
And last but not least, please, if you like it, tell others! I'm not going to seem desperate for views or reads or anything, and I'm sure, like me, if I like the story enough, I'm going to share it, but it's usually the last thing on people's minds.
I'm going to end this long rant, and start writing chapter 2. See you then!~ Caylie
