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cringey shit chapter 1

((help me))

Past (my story)

Part 1- first person POV

CHAPTER 1
Year 3503

I wake up. My blond hair falls in my eyes and I brush it off with my hand.
"Lunabell Stirlid! Get down here! I made breakfast!"Ugh. My mom. Or, at least, the android that pretends to be my mom. I slide out of my bed. Putting on some daytime clothes: synthleather pants, a black and orange shirt with iridescent writing: WARNING: I BITE. With a stretchband, I tie my hair up, leaving a few strands so I don't look like a perfectly groomed pencil-neck. I look in the mirror and groan. Five minutes (and like six outfits later), I'm in cargo pants, a tank top with galaxy patterns, and my tool belt. Most people who like to fix stuff or use tools prefer to use an invisilocker or stretchpockets, but I prefer the old belt. It suits me. And, honestly, I have no idea why. But enough about me. Let's get back to me. Again, Mom calls, telling me that if I don't come down she'll lock me in the storeroom again. The first time she did that, I thought I would die down there alone. I trudge downstairs, unaware of who else is down there. "Lunabell, this is Chris." A green-eyed boy stares at me and I utter an intelligent, "Um." He narrows his eyes.
"Do you like being called Lunabell, or just Luna?" he asks.
"Just Luna. If you call me Lunabell, I'll kick you so far—"
"Okay, okay. I got it."
He smiles at me and I want to slap him. And to ADD to the wanting-to-slap-his-face feeling, he sits down in my chair and starts EATING MY FREAKING BREAKFAST!!!!!!! I flail my arms and shout, "Chris, or whoever you are, you're EATING MY FREAKING BREAKFAST!!! And that's not okay, because I wanted to eat, you-"
But my insult (which would've been a total burn) is interrupted by Mom.
"Honey, did I just hear you threaten our guest?"
"Uh.... I, um.... ...Yeah."
She has a disappointed expression on her silicon face. Of course, she's gonna blame anything that happens on me. I roll my grey eyes. Chris tenses up, then heads to the door.
"Uh, I'm just gonna leave..."
"Good for you," I spit.
He leaves, closing the door behind him. I glare at the door, which doesn't do anything (thankfully). My compod beeps. I yank it out of my tool belt with an irritated groan.
"Yes?" I say into the speaker.
"Hello, this is the Main Court Office. May we speak to Mother Zero-One-Six?" an overly cheerful voice pipes. Typical. Everyone wants to speak to Mom these days. I hand the compod to Mom, and she presses it to her ear. Her face changes expressions-it looks like she's having a facial spasm attack, like her drive is overridden or something. That only happened once before, and when it did, I had to change the input wires in her brain chip console. She speaks into the compod, giving the android on the other end an answer. "Of course. The child will come to the main court with me at 20:05."I take the compod back and scowl. "Who were you talking to? And why do I have to go to the court? It's not like I've done anything even slightly worthy of criminal prosecution! The only thing I ever did that injured people was when I accidentally reprogrammed that girl's compod and it attacked me! But that hurt me! Not anyone else-" Mom interrupts my yammering.
"They are not arresting you. They are taking you and that other one, Christopher, for testing. In the lab."
I start to get chills, mainly because the lab is where people go in and don't come back out. And, honestly, I like being alive. I pull a wrench out of my pocket and mess around with the loose screw in the table, the tiny little thing that was making the whole thing wobble. I want to be a mechanic, but because I'm only fifteen years old, I can't. (Obviously!) I mutter a few creative curses under my breath as we put away the remnants of my breakfast, which was eaten by Chris. In half an hour (we would be faster but it was rush hour in the city), we arrive at the court. Chris is there too, tapping his fingers absently on the titanium-steel alloy booth. We don't see anyone except three judges. I don't know who exactly they are, though, because they have these really ugly metal masks with glowing eyes (most likely to prevent brainwave manipulation or glamours), and they aren't speaking. One of them presses a red button on the hologram in front of them. With a sound like a huge mouse getting stepped on (yes, it did sound like that), numerous panels open in the floor, revealing four gargantuan robots (not the pretty android kind), which promptly gram Chris and I before we have time to react. I curse and scream, but the metallic grip holds me fast, pinning my arms so I can't hit the robot with a monkey wrench. It tightens its grip, which causes me to scream and curse some more. I call to Mom, but she stares blankly. Before I can do anything even remotely helpful, a thin needle injects something into my shoulder- poison? medication? and I sink into darkness.

((shit. this is intense. lowkey wanna read the whole thing lmao. should i post these in 2 or 3 chapter clumps for y'all?))