Spoon Boy

Self Worth: Rusty Spoon

School was a pain, of course, they decided to let us out late on this day. December thirty-first, it's not only New Years Eve anymore. To even out the poor, rich, and middle class our wonderful government decided to decide our lives for us. It's been this way ever since the homeless uprising of 2021. Though how they decided to decide our precious fates is purely random, every year sixteen-year-olds gather in their City Meeting Centre aka the CMC to receive a weapon which will ultimately decide our life for us. The deadlier your weapon the richer you will be in life. 

Of course, this doesn't mean they give a deadly weapon to children without training, every sixteen year old is required to join the army. Evasion of working in the military can lead to imprisonment and will screw up your life even if you do have a powerful weapon. 

My family is a unique one at that, we all come from a line of middle class. Which is extremely rare seeing how in a family there is usually a few that differ in ranks, as youngest in my family I have the job of also getting middle class to preserve my bloodline. At least that's what my family always told me. In today's society everything depended on what your weapon was Jobs, schools, even girlfriends and boyfriends will decide whether or not they want you based on your weapon. Most families will disown and kick out a kid of theirs if they get a weapon below their own. 

To say it was freezing outside was an understatement. Here in the state of Celtio, a new state that was created in 2020 that lies east of Nebraska, winters are usually warm enough for a light dusting of snow and that was all. Somedays we could even wear short sleeves. I grabbed my SmartPhone and checked the temperature, I shivered as I saw that is was negative five outside. It seemed that everything was against us today. The streets were crowded with sixteen-year-olds walking towards the City Meeting Centre. It was practically a seeming endless auditorium with thousands of seats, needless to say, it was the biggest building in the city. Taller than the World Trade Center itself at an astounding hight of two thousand three hundred feet in height alone. That, of course, makes sense, ever since Celtio became a state is soon had the largest city with a population of over ten million. It's called Etheridge City name after the founder Carnes Etheridge. 

After the homeless uprising every month every city calls a meeting for everyone in the said city to attend. We all are told our roles and where we belong. Poorer people have to go to the very top while the middle class is given regular seats and the rich get the floor. The adults never saw a problem with this, I don't know how though. But I guess in a sense I get it, they grew up in a life of fighting for societal superiority. They grew up in a world with little pay and constantly changing the world. The uprising sure didn't help with that case, to them as long as they don't have to fight then they are happy. 

I was looking at my phone about to text my friend Aiden but decided otherwise, my hands needed the warmth that my pocket provided. My head was down looking at the sidewalk, I was all alone. I looked around me, friends we laughing and talking side by side. I had nobody, besides Aiden I was all alone. But I was fine with that, I enjoyed the silence of everyday life. I faintly heard the steps behind me picking up speed and then me being knocked to the ground, I had landed on my knee and winced in pain. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I heard a light sweet voice reply quickly and ran off

As I lifted my head all I saw was long brown hair on a beautiful looking girl, a hand landed on my back. I turned around as I stood up and saw it was Aiden.

"Hey bro you cool?" She asked 

Aiden was an African American girl the same age as me. We had been friends for as long as I could remember, we were like brother and sister. She looked lovely, she had chocolate brown skin and glorious black hair. Her eyes were beautiful black holes that could read your soul and she smelled of old books and milk tea and honey. If you looked you would always find her nose in a book at the library, and she always filled a thermos of warm tea.