The Future

Chapter 2 -

Today. It's finally here.
The most important day of my entire life.
The day, where I look into my future - and work towards it - no matter good or bad.

My parents - they're billionaires. My grandparents - millionaires. Getting a successfull future is in my genes - almost guaranteed. Though, it's hard to forget the horror stories. The stories of children, descending from a long line of successful ancestors - becoming a farmer, peasant, or even worse, a slave.

   I get out of bed, still remembering my daily nightmare. Every night since my parents told me about the portal, countless nightmares have consumed my sleep. As I look in the mirror, prominent dark circles stand out under my eyes.

My parents come in, grins plastered on their faces. They've already picked out an elegant, purple gown for me to wear. I know that they don't even have a slimmer of doubt that my future will be anything but perfect.

But I do.

My stomach grumbles loudly, and I quickly change into my gown. I look in the mirror - I look gorgeous. My emerald green eyes shine in the sunlight, and my porcelain skin looks beautiful. My long, brown curly locks flow down my hips, looking perfect.
In this moment, I look just like my mother, perfect. For a few moments, my anxiety goes away as I admire my dress. But happiness on a day like this only lasts for so long. I rush downstairs to eat my breakfast. I'm greeted by our wonderous cook, Helga. She smiles at me, her cheeks turning bigger and pinker. Helga gives me a embraces me with a hug, spreading warmth throughout my body. She'a plump, which makes her the best hugger. Her clothes are smeared with dough and sugar, yet smell amazing. With her, every morning is heaven on Earth. As I fill my plate, and empty it again, I forget about today and dive into food paradise. But my plate is soon empty, and gives me a reminder of the day to come.

An abrupt car honk shocks me. I look out the window and see my friends in a limo, laughing and smiling. My friends, like me, have rich and successful. Yet, they are so different. They're outgoing, bubbly, pretty - perfect. I bet they've never even thought about getting a bad future.

I wave goodbye to my parents, putting on a fake smile to please them. They open the door for me, and I put on the fake, giggly mask my friends are used to. The driver opens the car door for me elegantly, and a giggle arises when I'm showered with compliments about my purple gown.

"Riles, you look GORGEOUS!" one of them says, and I giggle and compliment them back. The rest of the car ride us filled with squeals and laughter. My mouth stays shut, silent preparing for the day to come.