fantastic

The First and the Last

"Marissa hello you hoo!"

"What?" and then his fist meets my face. A blow that would have knocked a human out. Oh ya that’s right were The Adapted. "oh so we actually get to hit each other today?"

"Where have you been for the last two hours?"

"Oh ya known la la land" I plant my foot firmly in his six pack kicking off. Yes perfect back flip just like in the...practice. What? My moment of internal confusion results in my face firmly smashed into the floor.

"Give?” Kevin asks.

"Nah" I propel him over my head so hard the wind is knocked out of him. Giving me enough time to artfully flip into a standing position. This continues for two maybe three hours, finally resulting in two bloody, should be broken noses, eight cracked ribs, and one dislocated sternum. But at least I won.

"hit the showers and see enforcer seven for updates. Report to the trough in thirty minutes." Enforcer Six say. She clicks the button on her gun that unlock the doors to the showers and send the Technique Drones away. I walk to the pink door wincing with every step.

After a short cold shower I’m getting my update shot. My mind wonders as Enforcer Six preps the needle. What does a hot shower feel like? Does anyone have hot showers? As the needle approaches my skin I have a moment where my heart races and I nearly scream. But once the needle punctures my skin this crude ‘feeling’ disappears. I glance around seeing everything in a new light. Why does everything female have to be pink? It’s such an atrocious color.

"Please grab the restraints." worded like a question but it’s an order. I grab the bar as enforcer seven chains my legs down and summons The Observer. These two are here to program my update so that it fixes my injuries. Soon the nanos will be self-programing but we haven’t progressed that far. I’m close but a program for assessing situations and then writing programing is only extremely difficult. The pain of my wounds snapping back into place lacerates my concourses. If not for the restraints I would have reinjured myself.

"You get to skip slop for today we have some test we need to run" sr. healer says and before the red has even cleared from my vision I’m out could.

...

"Marissa. It’s time for school." my father wakes me from... a weird dream about ... having super powers? I think. Or maybe it was about being not fat. Or was it about dancing? Dancing defiantly dancing.

"grrr ok ligjts on?" I grumble into my pillow. My dad flips the switch and the garish florescent light buzzes to life. I role over. Another day getting on a bus to hell at 6:45 in the morning. I glance at the clock and it only 5:50 so I lay there for another five minutes or so before clambering down the latter from my top bunk. I wince in pain. My chest, that piece of cartilage that connects your ribs to be specific, throbs with my every move. I grab some sweat pant, hand me downs from my guy cousin, and a baggy tee-shirt. I glance in the mirror hopeful that I progressing towards the real me. You know the sexy one with great body and 15% fat that’s all contain in the chestical area. But no god can’t grant my wish that’s not his job.

After a steaming almost painfully hot shower to get the blood flowing in my 40°house, I grab a hardboiled egg. ‘Three scoops of coffee, grind it up, change filter, fill, turn on…and coffee.’  I down one cup and pour another into my thermos with some milk and honey.  Run a brush threw my blondish brownish bleckish hair. Pull said hair up into a pony tail that’s  not too high not too low. Whisking all but the dangly ‘almost bangs’ away from my face and revealing the sharp widows peak, high cheeks  and excessively well rounded face.

"Oh crap the bus is here" my sevy sister yells.

"uuuuugggghhhh!" I grab my French horn fling the door open jump of my porch land waist deep in snow. When did it snow? That’s spring in Wyoming for you 60°-70° one day but deep in snow the next. After walking very carefully over the quarter mile of ice and snow drifts I call a drive way I board the bus to an always cheery val

“Are we earl or you late?" she asks

"Late sorry SOME ONE over slept about 5 minute." Kaylee answers. Ignoring them and the over hyper 2nd grader I trudge to the back of the bus where Izzy waits.

"So how do you feel?" she asks like it isn’t obvious.

"Cold. I thought it was spring!"

"What about if I say Kevin?"

I blush profusely. Oh no here comes the smile. I get this huge corny smile on my face. Kevin is only this gorgeous guy that I have the hugest crush on who actually likes me back. A little. I just found out he liked me right before spring break. And yes it’s been in my mind the whole time. Queue the depressing music. Love this stuff.

...

3:10. if the bell had rand a moment later I would have screamed. I was going through serious music withdraws. 2 class periods of music making and half an hour of lunch is not enough music for six hours. But here in Burns jr sr. High anything to help you cling to your sanity is strictly forbidden. I’m out the doors of the school. Faster than you can say “crocodiles don’t live in the sea pour monkey you’re in de Nile.” So I’m not very fast but it’s all good I’m only third person to reach the bus. I lay claim to my seat, second from the back on the driver’s side across from Mercedes and Izzy. Best of all I get to sit cattycorner to Kevin so I can discreetly stock him. Yep I’m chicken shit.

The bus ride is awkward as usual but funny as hell. Right up until I catch Kevin looking at me then it’s really, really, really interesting. Because any thing anyone has to say is something that will prompt him to notice me more. My minds racing at about a billion miles an hour as I sit there huddled in my tent of a sweat shirt. The song Chocolate pops up on my Phone and I can’t resist the urge to belly dance to it. I thank the lord for baggy clothes. You can’t even tell I’m rocking out from the neck down.

…

That night after archery I crash. The moment my head touches the pillow I’m out. Not to mention snoring. My journey is just stating, if I knew what I was sleeping into, I would never have slept again. That was the last normal day ill every have. EVER!