The Wolf from Within

Discoveries

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP................

Ugh, I get it. I'm up already.  I pull my hand out from beneath the  warm, soft covers that I hide under. The cold air is a shock to my flesh. Goose bumps end up lining the skin of my hand. I extend it full and try to find my alarm clock without needing to open my eyes.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I can't seem to find the darn thing. I continue my eager search to turn of the wretched noise I hear. I finally find and draw my hand into a fist, slamming the alarm, turning it off. I know I need to go to school. I have no choice. I slowly sit up, letting the covers fall off of me. I rub my eyes and let the light shine into them. A new day.

I throw the covers off of me and I stand up. I don't bother to put on slippers, the icy marble floor is soothing as I sludge my way to the bathroom sink. I look at myself in the mirror and I am not surprised by what I see. My grey eyes stare back at me. I see my petite nose and my blush lips. The corners of my mouth are turned down in a frown. I see my dark brown hair lying across my shoulders. My hair is so tangled that it looks like a birds nest. I smirk at myself and a little laughter sparks up in me. I look down to pick up my  hairbrush but when I look back at the mirror I jump back at what I see.

My heart suddenly drops and I start to panic. My eyes are glowing a bright blue. Because of my curiosity, I lean towards the mirror, but the glowing stops. I rub my eyes to make sure I my vision is all right. Something must be wrong with me. Great, now I'm seeing things. First the strange dreams, now this? I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I pick up my brush up again and pull it through my hair. I flinch each time I pull a tangle out. When I finish, I look back at my brush and find it full of hair. I hide my hair brush and take my toothbrush. I brush my teeth with the prescript toothpaste that the government provides.

Once I'm done, I tie my hair up and go to my closet. I start to get ready for school. I pull out a red and black, plaid skirt and a white dress shirt. I pull out my maroon tie and black blazer. As I slip it on, it glides across my skin like water. It feels perfect, just like what they say this life is. I hate this uniform and that school. Auradon prep, the best out of the best. Full of stuck up kids and plenty of disgusting bloodsuckers. I hate every single one of them. I mean, I don't even have any friends. My only friends and me myself and my books. For as long as I can remember, it has always been that way. I want to get out of this city, and find a sanctuary where I can live in peace, but no such thing exists.

I go back into my tiny little  room and grab my bag. I open it to make sure that everything I need is in there. Then, I pat my pocket to make sure that my book is there. I don't feel a thing. I slide my hand into my other pocket, it's not here either. It's gone!  I need to find it, and now!!!!! It's the most precious thing that I own. I search frantically across my tiny little living area. I flip over every cover and I check every shelf. Where is it! I can't find it. I lean against my bed and fall down to my knees I kneel, my eyes full of panic. No, no, no, no, NO! I couldn't have lost it. Could they have found it? I grab my hair and start to pull. I duck my head into my knees. Anything but this. Please anything but that book!!! I lie down on my side, my eyes peering under my bed, and I see it there. Lying so innocently. I exhale a sigh of relief. That was close. Much too close.

If you're wondering why I panicked over such a small thing, well let me explain it. My mother and father, they were killed by these, THESE BEASTS THAT CLAIM THAT THEY SAVED US!!!!! My father died from the wretched disease that them blood suckers created. He died an honorable man. My mother was pregnant with me then. I was never able to see the man my mother loved dearly. When I was born. The cure was already spread worldwide and changes were already beginning to be made. By the age of three, all changes were finished and we have what we have now.

My mother took care of me then. Raising me on stories from the past. She cared for me well. She owned a few old books and taught me how to read them. One day she was attacked and sent to the hospital. I was in school and I was brought to her before she died. The last thing she gave was that book. She had written many notes in the margins. There was also a writing that I didn't notice. She said it was my father's. I have kept this book right next to me, ever since. The plus side about the book is that it's small so it can fit into the pocket on my blazer and all of my jackets.

I reach under my bed and pull the book out. It glides across the marble floor pulling small bits of dust with it. Dust flies into the air and into my nose. I sneeze and they scatter all over the place. I pull the book in closer until it's against my chest.  My head bows down covering half of it. All the panic I experienced diminishes into the air.  I brush my hand across the smooth cover. I pull the book away from me and I place it in my blazer. I slowly pick myself up off the ice cold ground and I pull my bag across my shoulder. I walk towards the door. I make sure I have my metal bracelet, that lets me inside my living compartment. I look at the numbers and letters engraved on it. W727LMC was engraved in big bold text. W for Willow, 727 for July 27, and LMC for low, middle class. Everyone has one of these bracelets, an identification bracelet.

If you were lower class, it was made out of copper. If you were middle class, like me, it was made out of silver, and if you were upper class, it was made out of titanium gold. Titanium gold is a hybrid metal that scientists were able to create by accident when messing around with a few chemicals. They state it is one of the most valuable metals on the planet. But how? To make titanium gold, you just need to mix a series of chemicals in a certain order and voila, its done. But when it comes to silver and copper, you actually have to go and look for it underground, or that's what they used to do. I still believe that silver is more valuable than that lab rat of a metal.

I look at my bracelet again and it glistens in the sun. I admire it's beauty, but am disgusted by it's meaning. It is so beautiful just glimmering with the smooth engravings, but that's what they want you to think. This band is a symbol of our enslavement, that we are no longer free. The Dark ones want us to believe that we are living in a society of beauty, but we are not. Oh how much I wish I could rip the band off and throw it out of my window, but I know I can't. One thing I learned is that survival is more important than one's feelings.

I look back to make sure everything is in order. Well how can it not be, all I own is a small bed, a nightstand, a book shelf, a tiny desk, a chair, a rug and a small bathroom with a sink, shower and a toilet. With as little as I have, I am yet so thankful that I am able the be in the circumstances I am in. Many have it much worse. The rebels, they have no living area. They hide out in the corners of the streets, staying in houses demolished by the war from the plague. Each day the guards come to search for them; they are always on the move.

I finally step out of the door and close it, swiping my bracelet across the scanner to lock the door. I start walking down the hall and I walk down the stairs. My feet fall across the metal steps, making a distinct banging sound that echo's throughout the halls. I finally reach the exit and swipe my band across another scanner. It reads the engraving and opens three locks. As I said before, you can't get anywhere without the band.

I step out side onto the concrete paving. All I see before me are giant, old, rundown skyscrapers. I turn to my right and start walking. I reach a building and start walking up the steps. At the top was the train. I finally reach the top and notice the blue, digital sign that hangs from the ceiling. It says in big white letters, community school transport. It's kind of stupid how they don't just label it train stop. Mother used to say that there was a  bus that world take children to school. that would be interesting to see.

I sit on a bench and wait. I pull out my book, Moby Dick and start to read. Before I did, I made sure to grab a newspaper and act like I was reading it.  You see, books, from the old times are illegal. Most of them were burnt, but I have a few books at home. If I were to be caught with this in public, then the book would be burnt by my own hands and my ranking as a citizen would go down to lower class. I hear the train approaching and I tuck the book away.

I put the newspaper down, next to me and I get up. The steam from the inside of the train blows across my face. The doors slide open and I enter the train. No one else gets on, for I am the only lower middle class citizen to go to Auradon prep.