12 July 2042
Going through the trash, rubble, rotten food and lies, and broken metal and cars, little Louis Tomlinson was walking around with a stick in hand, dirty and ripped clothes and sandals and dirt around his hands, arms and leg, was hitting everything in his path and kicking small pebbles while walking. He wasn’t trying to find anything specific; he was just bored.
His father was working in the factory, making as many things he could for the upper class, The Centric, for their favoritism, hopefully to have a small raise to feed his family. His mother was working in the field with the other women, picking up the crops, knitting, washing, growing, and just anything else that the women did.
As for Louis and any of the other kids his age, just had to go to school, learn, do work and play if they weren’t caught by the military. Everyone knows what happens when you are caught in the street by the military; if you get caught, you possibly won’t come back.
Louis has never loved any of these rules. He doesn’t understand this huge world he lives in today, and maybe he won’t. But all that he does understand that whenever he hears one of his neighbors or a classmate in his class got caught doing something “irresponsible” or “seem suspicious”. Just thinking about it made Louis so angry that he wanted to punch something, but knew that if he did he would hurt his fragile hand so he took a couple of deep breaths to keep his demeanor calm.
Walking for a few minutes, he hears rumbling close by. He thinks it’s an animal hunting for some food. So he didn’t waste any time worrying about it. When he passes the noise, a can is thrown his way, hitting the side of his head.
Louis clutched his head, hissing at the upcoming pain to his temple. “Hey!” he screamed.
He dropped his stick and stomped to the noise. The thing or “person” didn’t quite hear him and continued their searching. When Louis was close to the noise, he stopped in his tracks, staring at the noise maker.
It was boy, maybe his age or a bit younger. He had a small, petite body that you could literally see his limbs. His skin was pale, his hair a dark brown that was matted down with mud. He didn’t turn around but kept searching through the garbage, probably looking for food. Louis’ temper sunk down and he felt sorry for the poor boy, feeling sincere that the boy had to suffer.
“Hey.” Louis said softly, making the boy jump.
His eyes were blue, not as blue like Louis’ but more of an ocean blue. Louis’ eyes are more like a dark sky blue in a way.
“Are you okay?’ he asked, slowly walking toward the boy while the younger boy is watching his every step. But he shook his head at Louis’ question.
“Are you hungry?”
The younger boy’s eyes went wide and his ears perked up. Just thinking about having food makes his stomach growl loudly.
Without any other words, Louis held his hand to the younger boy, waiting for him to take in his. He did slowly and Louis pulled him up from his feet.
“What’s your name?” Louis asked, taking a twig out of the younger boy’s hair.
The boy seemed shy around Louis, but he put a smile on his face because he probably has made a new friend “Niall.”
I don't really like the ending but bleh !!
But here it is and I really hope you enjoy the actual start of this so please, leave your feedback and tell me what you think :D
