"Mr Scott?"
My eyes flicker open. I look at my surroundings. I'm still in my classsroom, I breath. Why must these dreams haunt me? I get enough of them in my bed. I stare at Ms.Bleu
"Mr.Scott; I would advise you to stop dozing off in class. Final exams are coming up, and you wouldn't want to become a janitor, now would you?" The class laughs at her cruel joke. She is reffering to the exam that will tell me what I wil be for the last 30 years of my life.
I smile lightly, "Well, Mrs.Bleu. Thats funny coming from you, since you got stuck with being a teacher. Whats your salery, 15 coins an hour? How long do you have until your Hour? You look older than the Statue of Aslex." The class bursts out into laughter. The statue of Aslex used to be called the Statue Of Libety. It was changed to Aslex, the long living president of Oranios.
Detention is hell.
I stare out the window of the Detention room. The view never stops amazing me. The roaring hovercrafts and the occational flying car zoom past the building. The building i'm in, the Watchtower, serves as a multipurpose building. It is the citys school, City Hall, and where the 15 year olds come to take the Exam. I stare at my watch. It reads Trent Scott has :31 Years, 0 Months and 17 Days until he reaches his Hour. The day that serves as a celebration for when I die. I touch my watch's face and hit the father tab. I sigh.
My father has 3 days left.
