An Extraordinary World

Chapter 1: Kaylee

I woke up to the smell of garbage, as always.

I sat up while rubbing my eyes and looked around.

The place had garbage all over the place from the upper class dumping it everywhere. Why do I have to live like this, why do any of us have to live like this?

My home has a wood foundation with trash covering the walls and taking over the place.

My home is probably the cleanest in the neighborhood and that's saying a lot. Those of the lower class such as me have to live in the landfill since there's no room for us anywhere else

I sigh knowing I have to get up for work, although I'm lower class and have to live in the lower class district, I work in the middle class district with the help of a nice old lady. I get up and walk to my very small bathroom that just has a sink and toilet. While I only have the essentials like a tooth brush and tooth paste, hair brush, hair tie, deodorant and pads, you know for the time of the month (sorry guys that are reading this). Worst time ever since my house and neighborhood is practically a dumpster. I don't have a shower, so I have to use the shower that's at my job along with the old ladies shampoo and conditioner that she had bought for me.

I get ready and when I'm done I head to the box where I keep all of my clothes.

I pull out a set of underwear with a pair of jeans and a loose comfy grey sweater.

I walk to my kitchen that only has cabinets and a sink. Most of the houses in the lower district are very small and are made out of dirt and wood along with garbage. There are only a few houses that have plumbing and electricity and I'm one of the lucky ones to have it.

I walk to a cupboard to find a pack of tea, along with peanut butter and jelly to make a sandwich. The gloriousness of being born into the lower class, yay.

I eat my sandwich and start towards the door grabbing my wallet on the way. The middle class distract is quite far so I have to make my way to the express train, the down side to it is that it takes most of my money, so I can't buy decent food, decent clothes or even a decent house to live in.

I get on the train and make my way towards the Sunshine Café, the the only place that has ever made me feel safe. I sit in the middle of the train by myself and close my eyes, listening and observing everyone's conversations or tones, hearing the shuffling of feet and the roar of the engine.

I feel the train come to a stop and open my eyes. The middle class district is a place that has tall buildings and small building while there is no trash in the streets, all the trash is dumped in my district.

The high class district is full of white sky scrapers full of windows and modern technology that the lower district can't even compare to.

I get off the train and make my way down the streets to Sunshine Café. As I make my way down the streets the buildings get nicer and more clean. I quickly reach my destination and go to the back of the café, enter through the back door and into the locker rooms.

I hear foot steps approaching me, as Turn my head in the direction of the noise I see Mrs. Smith, the café owner and the old women that helped me, coming towards me, walking as elegantly as ever.

As I'm grabbing my apron, my work clothes and all the things I need for a shower she speaks to me, "Hey sweetie, how did you sleep last night?"

I sigh, giving her the same reply I always do, "terrible, as always."

"I'm sorry sweetie, how about you go take a relaxing shower and come out to work. I wish I could help you more," she gives me a sorry look full of pity. I hate that look and she knows it, I've gotten that look my whole life.