Flying Paradox (On Hold)

2. Solo

I wake to the sound of stifled giggling outside my bedroom door I get up and sigh, remembering that today I have to work in the richer side of the city. It's complicated getting through the Officials who keep the poor from entering sectors 1 and 2 which are where middle class and really rich people live. Us the poor they keep us separated by a chained fence in sector 3. But since the pay is higher than here it's worth the risk of getting caught.

I walk to the bathroom, opening my door, I stumble into my little sister Alina. When she sees me her eyes go to the size of dinner plates "I didn't do it!" She blurts out.

"Do what?" I ask completely clueless. Across the hall June, my twin sister, sees me and starts laughing, tears are rolling down her face. She's already wearing the janitor uniforms we stole. They even have fake ID's and everything. Her hair is wrapped in a bandana, which covers her long blonde hair, protecting it from the dirt and dust.

Finally giving up, I give a huff, walking into the bathroom to get ready. I put on the janitor uniform, glancing at the mirror. I'm horrified. I see my blonde hair that is no longer blond instead it's dark black. "June!" I yell, angry and mortified. If she wasn't a girl or my twin sister I swear I would have punched her.

I stomp out of the bathroom my face flushed red, putting on my shoes. Outside of our small house June waits for me, holding a hand over her mouth. I glare at her as we begin to walk on the dirt road. I wrap my bandana around my face to cover my mouth and nose from the heavy dust. Don't want to risk getting a bad cough. I've seen people die because of too much dust in their lungs.

June unwraps the bandana from her head, her long hair tumbling out. "What?" she says as she notices me staring at her also dyed hair. "I dyed my hair too. Thought it would be smart so that the officials wouldn't recognize us."

I grunt and she rolls her eyes"Don't be mad. Dark hair looks good on you. It gives you an edge." She wraps the bandana quickly over her face and I can't tell if she really meant the compliment she gave me.

So I risk it and I say "I know it also brings out our eyes." June and I both have honey colored eyes. The only difference is that mine have specks of green in them, which gives them an exotic look. I know that makes June real jealous.

When we get to the border the Officials are in their black uniforms "ID's please." says one of the Officials, his dark sunglasses covering his expression. We both pull out our fake ID's and give them to the Official so that he can scan them through the system. Even though we've done this hundreds of times, I still feel anxious. The punishment for getting caught, was death.

Our cards go through, a green light blinks on the screen, and a young Official hands us our ID's back. We put out our wrists for him to stamp the red ink on our skin. But when he stamps June's wrist he pulls out a pen and writes something  right next to the red star. He then leans down and whispers something in June's ear. She nods and he lets us through.

I pull down my bandana, since on this side everything is clean. No dust in the air. I ask June, "What did the Official write on your arm? What did he tell you?"

June grins. "Now, now, little brother don't get worried."

I scowl. "Your only older by three minutes, so don't act like you're ten years older than me." She shows me her wrist. I frown, confused. "A phone number?"

"Yeah, he gave me his number." June smirks, pleased with herself.

"What did he tell you?" I ask again.

"Solo! Have you ever heard to mind your own business about my private life?" She raises an eyebrow. "And whatever he told me is personal and none of your business." 

"But I'm your brother and I'm responsible for you." I say acting like the man of the house I am.

"But I'm your brother and I'm responsible for you, even though June is stronger than me." She mimics.

"You are not stronger than me June." I mutter.

"I am!" She exclaims and I can imagine the smile forming under her bandana.

We reach the arena where the concert will be held, It's a pretty run down place you would think not a lot of people would come. The truth is lots of the rich kids show up. Since it's cheaper and they probably have nothing else to do. They also can get closer to the stage, and well if it's one of those boy bands who knows how many fan girls would go listen to them sing at a dumpster, the answer. All of them.

Once were in both June and I are assigned to the backstage. Just great I think sourly now we're going to have to deal with VIP, "Yes!" June squeals "were going to get to meet all the band members of the 8 Infinities." June sighs I groan at my sister for being such a fangirl.

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The concert ends and I start sweeping the floor. June is still nowhere in sight she is probably stalking the band. The Officials stand like soldiers surrounding the area as usual. It makes me uncomfortable being watched constantly.

Suddenly, one of the band members approached me. "Can you come to the VIP room their is a mess to be cleaned up." he says. I leave the broom and get myself a mop and a few other things. The guy is whispering to one of the Officials. I clear my throat to let him know that I'm ready. He lifts a finger as if to say give me a second. I sigh internally at his rudeness.

Finally he walks us to the VIP room. He doesn't say a word or acknowledge me. Once I see the mess I hurry up to go clean it. Someone spilled milkshake on the floor and I put a few towels over the sticky mess. Once it's somewhat absorbed I begin to mop the floor.

A redhead guy comes out the changing room who I presume was the one that made the mess. He has a backpack strung over his shoulder which is weird. But who knows it might be some trend.

While I mop I learn the names of the band members. Zayn is the guy who came looking for me, he doesn't say much. Hearth seems like the nicest out of all of them. While JJ is the complete opposite and is currently bullying Tristan by the corner. Tristan the redhead is a complete wimp and I wonder how he even has any fangirls.

The three girls who are with them are full of attitude. Two of them engage fully with the band while the other stands idly by. I know I probably sound nosey like one of those gossip magazines but my intentions aren't to listen to them. Their just really loud, I can't wear earplugs can I?

I almost done cleaning when I sense someone staring at me. I look up to meet a pair of unexplainably green eyes that are stunning. Eevee. Or at least that is what I heard her name was. I am shocked and can't will my eyes to look away. I've seen that face, those eyes, somewhere but I just don't know where.

Finally she looks away and I look down. I feel her eyes again begging my attention but I don't look back at her. She could be danger for all I know because if I've seen her before that can only mean nothing good.