Unconventional

2

Two weeks had passed, the folder lying on her floor under the desk in her room. After the few drops of blood it had finally stopped, but four shirts had been stained, therefor thrown under the bed she slept on. No one could know, if they did she'd be let go.

Lunch hour was inside, the protective dome around their little area spitting out rain. The wound on her arm had not healed yet, and was hard to cover with the clothing they were instructed to wear. She sat alone, like every other day at lunch hour. The rain hit the window hard, breaking her from her own thoughts. Someone poked her shoulder, clearing their throat to catch her attention.

She looked over, seeing Amber and the boy from the weeks before who had given her her file. Her face went cold, remembering she hadn't even opened it- her eyes widened drastically. Where was her file? Where had she placed it? Where could it have gone?

"Valerie? Is something to your disliking?" The blonde headed girl had sat down next to her, hand on her shoulder- Valerie was surprised. No one was aloud contact unless one came to harm or it was a family status. Ambers eyes shifted to her hand, and as if she had burned herself she removed the limb. 

"Uh, no. No I'm quite alright." She looked up at the boy. "Hello, may I help you?" 

"Hello, I'm Hudson Smol." The boy sat down across from the two girls, smiled and opened his lunch package. "And nothing to be spoken to in public. As tomorrow is the end of the week our curfews are extended, perhaps we could all meet?" His eyes were pleading to Valerie, and when she peeked at Amber she found the blonde nodding hastily. 

"Of course. Where?"

The boy bit into his food, chewed and swallowed before moving on. "St. Claire road, six-thirty tomorrow night. Bring your file." St. Claire road was a forgotten part of the city, one street that lay untouched from their government in the Capital. It was a broken down street, with old brass railroads leading to nowhere with graffiti walls. No one was ever seen in that street. It was practically forbidden- though the law was unspoken- because of all the deaths that occurred. 

Valeries' face hardened. "So be it."

Later that night Valerie had torn her room apart looking for the file. She didn't have much in her room, just the necessities that were given to her. After an hour of searching she gave up, sitting on the floor with an exasperated sigh. "I'm screwed." Her head fell into her hands, eyes shut tight and hoping with all her might that when she opened her eyes the file would be right there under her nose. 

However when she did open her eyes the red lettering stood out from under her desk. She let out a long groan and snatched it quickly. Quickly she ripped open the file, eyes scanning the page in a rushed motion. "Dear god, what is this?"

-

Six O'clock had rolled around the next day, and when she finally managed to get out Amber was already waiting for her at the bottom of her porch. "Ready?" Valerie nods, moving on down the road with Amber by her side. The blonde was antsy, her hand wouldn't stop moving on the strap of her bag. 

"Hey, it'll be fine. I'm sure nothing will happen." The foreign words had left her trail of thought as she spoke, surprising the younger teen. Amber looked at her shoes, eyes scanning the ground as she walked, hand still moving rapidly on her bag. Valerie moved alongside her, pulling her bag a bit as well; there was unease settling in her stomach as she moved closer to St. Claire road. 

Most adolescents were wondering about, enjoying their extra time of freedom before late curfew rolled around. Amber smiled to a few of them, in which they returned the smile, yet they sniffed in disgust at Valerie. A few monitoring guards walked around, ignoring everyone on the street as they marched past. "They have always made me uneasy." Amber muttered, walking to catch up with Valerie's long strides. 

"Don't even mention it." 

After turning down four more streets and a long alleyway they had finally approached St. Claire road. They could see the outline of two tall figures against the setting sun that was created by the dome. Amber peered over, looking up at Valerie with a confused look. "Did he say he was bringing someone else?"

Valerie came to a hesitant stop, eyes wondering around. "No, he didnt. Come on, but stay behind me." Amber moved behind the older teen, peeking over her shoulder as they approached the two figures. Taking a closer look they relized that it was Hudson and another buy, one a few years younger. 

Hudson let out a breath. "Thought you werent goingto show up. This is Jenson White, he's... one of us."