Mighty Long Fall

Part 1

History might of been Roger's least favourite subject in school, all his teachers taught about was their side of history. He wanted to know about the other perspective, that of the forgotten people. But sadly that would never happen. Questioning your teacher was against the rules, rules were what kept their society running in a peaceful manner. But to him, it didn't seem that way.

He never felt like he had a sense of freedom, to do what he wanted. His whole life seemed already planned out for him, once he turned one hundred, he would go to work, find a partner, and have a family. That's not what Roger wanted, he didn't want to spend his time working, he wanted to spend his time experiencing.

The realm of school was familiar to him, it's boundaries were narrow and constricting, forcing model behaviour and focused learning.

A loud snap forced Roger out of his thinking.

"Young Roger, I had thought that he had talked about this," The man who spoke was incredibly tall compared to the small desk he towered over, A sneer was present on his face, directed to the boy who didn't seem interested in what he was teaching. "We will be talking about this after class."

"Yes sir." Roger sighed internally, he was just not cut out for school.

The teacher sighed and continued his lesson, although he kept a watchful eye on Roger. Luckily the boy was now trying to keep up.

A high pitched chime sound sounded through the facility, signaling that school was over. All the kids got up from their seats expect Roger, who hung his head in a gloomy fashion.

"Now young Roger, I have talked to you many times about your little day dreaming habit. Punishment will be be decided up to your parents, they have received a notice already about your behaviour. I will see you tomorrow hopefully with a passion for paying attention. You are dismissed."

Roger was crushed, he didn't know how many times his parents had received notices about his bad behaviour. It was wrong of his to think the way he did, but his mind wouldn't focus on anything else. With a nod to his teacher, he got up and headed out of his class room, then towards the front doors.

The school hallway was empty by the time he left his classroom, there wasn't a person in sight. Most of them would be home by now, including his gifted brother. He'd always strived to be like his older brother. As he walked down the hallway his thoughts were plagued with self degrading thoughts.

The hallway was long, it seems like it would never end as he walked down at. The only thing that he could hear was his footsteps that echoed down. Most days were like this, just him walking down by himself. He often wondered if his brother would walk home with him one day, but it seemed unlikely. He always seemed to have his own things to do.

The walk home was a long one, many thoughts plagued his brain into thinking what his parents may think or say. Most kids his age were excelling in school, doing well and setting themselves up for a long knowledgeable life in the forever realm. He wanted more than just a closed in environment, he wanted more than to just see the top of the sun source. He was plain out curious. While he walked, he always tended to stall going home and just looked around at what he was seeing.

There was no sky in the forever realm, it seemed silly in his mind that for people who lived off the light as a food source, that there would be a sky. But the ancestors thought to preserve their youthful skin that they would go under the ground, finding technology that would harness the light through the grass. When Roger was little he thought of it much like straws being poked through the ground, but instead the light traveled through the roots from the grass and was filtered into the purest form through the leaves of the great tree that held up the earthy roof.

Housing units seemed to never stop being built. They were built high up, in class they were told that we're all a thousand feet in the air. They looked a bit weirdly designed in Roger's opinion. Like it you drew a super skinny triangle then put a circle on top of it. The circled harnessed the light for power, one of the useful things that had come out the the brains of nitwits. All other social gathering places such as school, government, and shops, were all just glass towers.

The path he walked on was a soft yellow colour, another rule that seemed a bit absurd was that nobody was allowed to touch the flowers. The flowers were the only different thing in the entire tier, dark purple petals that had stained blue tips with dark green stems. The only colours Roger ever saw were pale yellows, red, oranges, and greens. He himself was a pale yellow, and his classmates were a mix of pastel pink's blues and greens.

Purple was something that he always wanted to touch, but touching the flowers ment staining your fingers for eternity, and eternity was a long time when you were born a forever. Roger was only just turning one hundred in a few months, finally taking a step into adulthood once he reached the desire age. He sometimes wondered why the flowers were there in the first place, it wasn't ever something that they had learned about in school. In school they learned about how to be the best, and what their roles be later on in life.

Once he finally teached his family's tower, a sinking feeling wrestled it's way into his stomach. Walking into the lift he pushed the floor button and he ascended into uncertainty. Once to his floor, he saw the door and took a deep breath before going inside. The first thing he saw was the family portrait, him, his parents, and his older sibling.

"I'm home." He called out softly hoping that his mother wouldn't hear him, but sadly it seemed that all mothers had super hearing, and a sharp shout resonated throughout the small house.

"Roger! Do I dare hear your voice after the notice I have just received from your teachers today?" Her voice was high, and strained when angry, but could easily pull the boy out of uncertainty when he was stressed.

"Mother." Roger got onto his knees looking up at his mother. Pale red hair that was pinned behind her head and angry green eyes directed straight at him, her pale pink skin seemed almost a dark red from emotions. Although, that was impossible.

"How many more notices do we need to keep receiving? Are you not happy with your life? What, are you going to go jump off the great tree just like-"

Roger interrupted his mother before she even got the chance to finish. His tears had spilt over and he couldn't keep himself together any longer. It was the worst when his mother was disappointed in him, she was the only one that he tried to impress. The only one who encouraged him and gave him support to keep on going and to get better.

Warm arms encased the young boy, but his comfort was only short lived once his brother came into the room.

"Mother you are to soft on him, strictness is the only way to success. Punishment is the only option in my opinion." Roger hated his older brother. He could never be as good as him, and he knew that. Everyone one knew that, and that's what made Roger so irate. He just wanted to be Roger, not younger sibling to the great and super smart Grayden.

"Well it's not your opinion now is it Grayden." Roger clenched his fists, trying to control the raging anger that was currently coursing through his veins. He hated when he got this mad, even if it was the tiniest of things he got set off.

"Well most people in the forever tier seem to listen to me." Grayden smirked seeing his younger brother get riled up. "What you gonna do Roger? Hit me?"

Roger let out a long breath. His fists were wound so tight that he could've sworn they might lose all blood circulation. Just as he went to take a swing at his brother, his Mother stepped in front of him with the intention to calm the raging energies that were inside the small house. Roger's hand ended up colliding with the side his Mother's cheek.

The boy took a step back not believing what just happened.

"Roger." His Mother called out his name. Agony and heart break laced her voice but the blonde wouldn't look at her.

He kept taking steps backwards until he felt the small of his back hit the door knob.

"Just get out of here!" His brother yelled at him cupping his Mother's face softly. "Haven't you done enough?"

With tears in his eyes Roger ran.