Human-ish

Chapter One

My life starts off normal. Everyone's does to some extent. But some people's normal is different then my normal, obviously. My name is Amy Pock and I'm a normal girl living in the mid twenty first century. I have a holographic phone (known as the Iplasma), I live in an apartment with my mom, and I ride a hovering school bus to school everyday. Normal as normal can be.

I remember that day it happened yesterday. I was walking down the street, not paying attention, music transporting me away from the crowded streets of New York. Most people weren't actually walking, rather riding some sort of transportation device. Only a few people walk anywhere. One of them was me.

Me, listening to my soft, relaxing music, was heading home from work (it sucks. You would think in the twenty first century teenagers wouldn't need to work). Even though my music was on full volume, I heard sirens behind me. The police.

What is it now, some person exceeding the speed limit? I thought. Then I saw it, the person who would be the ticket to getting me out of my boring and normal life. The ticket I didn't ask for. A motorcycle, riding at the speed of light it seemed, was speeding down the road. Full of curiosity, I ran after the motorcycle, pushing the ignorant people out of the way. Obviously, a small, out-of-shape-but-is-somehow-still-skinny girl could never catch up with a motorcycle on her own two feet. But with a little horsepower, maybe.

I looked around and found it. A public bike. I ran to the bike rack and shuffled around for a quarter. The bike was sleek, it's wheels hovering an inch or two away (a couple centimeters? I don't know, I don't pay attention in class). I finally found a quarter and inserted it into the slot. The bike was free and I hopped on, ignoring the automated voice telling me to put on the helmet.

The bike had a setting (why, I don't know) that powered on the engine it had. Usually you would have to pay more but I was in a bit of a rush. I flicked the switch on the handle and turned on the setting, biking my way onto the street, ignoring the people shouting at me to watch where I'm going. Now I was around as fast as a car, and I tried to catch up to the motorcycle and the police car. The police car kept on going forward, then I went forward. It was a few minutes later that the police started to stop. In panic, I turned into an alleyway. Knowing I was going to fast, I flicked the switch off, but that wasn't enough to stop me. I pressed the brakes and dug my feet into the ground. I turned around alleyways and started to slow down. I turned around one more alleyway. I turned around the alleyway to sharp and I crashed.

Cut and bruised, I tried to get up.

"Whoa there. You had the quite the fall." Said a mysterious voice.

A man appeared in front of me, hand stretched out. He had tan skin and black, messy hair. His blue eyes were sharp, yet gentle. After a little hesitation, I grabbed his hand. He pulled me up to my feet.

"Are you ok?" He said.

I nodded, "Yeah... just my arm hurts."

He chuckled,"Oh course it will, you fell right on it. Here, let me have a look at it."

I stretch my arm, the pain coursing up my body. I flinched as he grabbed my arm.

He touched my wrist, "Does that hurt?"

"No."

"Here," he said, touching my forearm, "Does that hurt?"

I flinched, "Y-yeah."

He let go of my arm, "It may be broken, but let's see. I have some bandages."