Beyond Our Fate

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

            Welcome to the gazebo! Today’s classes are; Ancient astronomy year 11-12 in gazebo 14, Plant studies year 8-10 in gazebo 19, Survival skills year 8 in gazebo 15, Mathematics year 3-5 in gazebo 1, Mathematics year 7-9 in gazebo 11 Dome studies year 7-9 in gazebo 16, Legends and myths years 7-12 in Library 1 and Legends and myths years 1-6 in gazebo 3.” Ranted the secretary for the gazebo. Her speech was accompanied by the classes, and rooms popping up on an electronic board. The board was on of the only electronics we still used, because the rest were mostly useless to us.

My dome is Delta. The gazebo was the only building in town that was bigger than the mayor’s house. It was more than just one building though. More like a cluster of buildings. There were 2 libraries and the office in the main building, as well as the offices for the teachers and staff on the second floor. The main building was made of stone on the outside, and in the very center there was a public garden for the students. Surrounding the main building were 20 gazebos that we used as classrooms. Half were for year 1-6, and half were for years 7-12.

The Gazebo was located in the center of town, on Delta Island. All the apartments surrounded Delta Island, on the edge of the dome. On the Island there were lush green spaces, and shops on Main Street. Surrounding the island was a river that took people on boat rides

            “Do you want to take plant studies, and dome studies?” asked Oasis. She looked especially fetching today, with her sleek auburn hair done up in tight bun. The short sundress she was wearing flattered her curves perfectly, and made her long legs look even better than usual. In other words, she is gorgeous.

            “Umm, sure. We have to hurry though, because Plant studies starts like now.” I replied. We jostled our way out of the main building so we could get to gazebo 19 on time. If there was one thing that our witch of a teacher hated, it was late comers.

            “Hmmm,” Ms. Carter hummed as we walked in. “Next time try to be at least 5 minutes early for my class. You know how much I hate late comers.” She lectured, still facing the whiteboard. She didn’t even have the respect to look at who she was scolding. Ms. Carter was a short teacher with brown hair and glasses. I only took her class because I needed plant studies to be a planter. Obviously.

            “That woman should realize that most people take time to decide what class they take. She should teach the year one’s because they don’t switch gazebos!” Oasis grumbled in my ear. If there was one thing Oasis hated, it was teachers that didn’t realize she was an amazing student. In year 7, last year, she was given an award for being the top student in Delta!

            ‘Don’t let her get to you.” I mumbled, but my thoughts were elsewhere. My boyfriend Cajun had just walked in. His amber eyes, shoulder length black hair and stocky build make him a hard find. Most of us have brown hair and blue eyes. People say we are a perfect match because our families are both different.

I come from a family of green eyed blonds. There is Aero who insisted to get his whole head shaved, except for a little fuzzy blond stubble, my father with dirty blond, short curly hair, and the slightest mustache, and my beautiful mother with wavy strawberry-blond hair that goes down to her tail bone. Then there is me. Most people expected me to get the curly gene, but my hair is strait and shoulder length. At least it is blond so people know who I belong to.

Sometimes I wish I was pretty like Oasis. She has the deepest blue eyes, and brown hair so dark it is almost black. My hair is golden blond so I stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. I have grey green eyes and freckles, making my overall appearance look like I’m from another dome. My mother always says that I’m the prettiest girl in Delta, but I don’t believe her.

“Fedora! Stop staring at Cajun and look at the sweet violet Ms. Carter is showing!” scolded Oasis

“Ya, I’m listening. Pretty pink flower” I continued to look at Cajun and his dreamy amber eyes.

“She is saying that it is good for coughs and the cold when it is made into syrup, but when it is brewed into tea it is good for headaches. And it’s purple smart one. I wonder if it works for clearing your head of boys.” She joked with a giggle. Oasis tries to be stern, but really, she can’t.

“Fedora and Oasis, what is it you are whispering about?”

Oops, busted

“Sorry Ms. Carter. Fedora missed the note about its properties as a tea; I was just filling her in.” She replied with an innocent smile. Oasis to the rescue again. Whenever a teacher calls on me I freeze up and go all awkward.

Ms. Carter turned toward the board again with a shake of her head