It all began that one morning.
I woke up, leaped out of bed, ready to start the day! I blasted downstairs like a homing missile and chomped my breakfest crunch. I check my Range tablet (Range is the big name-brand tablet/ phone company here) and flopped my micro-transmitter into my ear. My friend Visla had popped me a voice file. It was about "the draft." It was basiclly a big bundle of over whispered and murmured rumor about it. I found it to be very interesting, but I didn't belive it. Visla, well, she's extremely sharp, and she always notifies me of things like this.
I popped on my sonar-bag tech and waited for the bus. As I hopped on, I noticed something...different. Davido Jackson's area had been removed, and replaced. The school's never done this before. Actually, once. Dawn Samuel had went missing. We never heard that name others than the occasional wondering conversation. I hadn't known Davido too well, and we hadn't had a strong bond, but I pondered with Pre over what happened. I consulted Visla during Common Time between 2nd and 3nd period. She hadn't had a clue either. I remembered that, what was it, draw?
No, the draft.
I checked auto-sources on my Range, but nothing came up. I asked a few of Davido's closest buddies, and they didn't know either. I started to get the feeling something was off.
Nevertheless, I hadn't thought about it again and had a normal day until 6th period.
In biology, there was some accident in the chemistry class that required our teacher's attention. Almost everyone had been wondering about Davido's sudden dissapearence. The Draft was a bit more of a hot-topic than I originally figured. That was rumored as the cause of his dejection. I thought, and thought, and listened to Visla's message again.
And I just didn't understand.
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The Requiem Rebellion
Science FictionA take on sci-fi movies about innocence, deception, violence, and a storm. My first serious story on here, so it's not gonna be the greatest ever.
