Since Forever

Chapter 3

The last chapter wasn't the best, but I hope this one is a bit more hyped up.

It might not have the right mood for it since like, how am I suppose to know that when it is fine when 'I' read it and it sounds absolutely okay.

And because my local person who reads it to help anxiety of publishing things got herself into a funny situation that ended up her probably dying tomorrow and being uncommunicative for like forever.

She dropped her phone.

She is probably dying right about now waiting for her official death tomorrow while cursing me in her mind because I'm laughing about it. Friends right?

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The car rolled at an average speed. It didn't go too fast or too slow and it swayed with traffic almost perfectly. It didn't make any mistake and moved according to all the signals of all the moving cars. The screen displayed in three different locations showed the same map, with the same roads, and the same destination. The windows were tinted as per family request to leave the outside world unknown to me. I never knew what was outside these windows and these doors. As per law, the outside world condition is left up to the low-class workers. The families that own these low-class workers never looked at the city in full and as a rule, neither would their children. Taking the role of the silent high-raised child of the governors family wasn't exactly pleasant as more attention is raised on me and if I will ever take a bigger family role, but that won't matter in two months.

The ranking was more convoluted than the monarchy standards used a few generations ago. It raised from the low-class citizens to the high-class president families. No more queens, nor kings. The monarchy ended when the last of the royal bloodline died out because of war. No longer is it allowed to be single, nor to ignore family demands. You are classified on your family and if things go correctly, on how far you go. Low-class citizens are people without family, living the lowest of the low. I have seen a few in front of the school when we were allowed to go outside. The children looked in envy, the adults looked in anger. The low-class workers, which is a different class, are the lucky few who are adopted into the higher ranked families. Not a few, more like thousands, adopted to work until they either earn favor or die. The families ranked afterwards. Low-class families earn their favor and live a little more justly. Middle-class are head servants in charge of home affairs. Jury families lived in their own homes, in charge of jury cases and being the lawyers of the situation. Secretary families worked by governors, lived in more comfortable holes, and worked beside the governors. Judge families and Governor families hold the same standing and take care of all or most of the government affairs. Some are just corporate CEOs and take care of all other company affairs. President families are under the high-class president families holding small areas under their leadership that is not connected to the states.

The system gets more complicated as you go deeper. More rules, higher standards, and most of all resentment. Each family hated each other, they hated those below them and above them. Mutual understanding existed, but they fought with each other more than they work. Every step that each member takes is watched and any mistakes is another tick off their class charts. It's a matter of 'public opinion'.

Time did repeat itself as everything went in circles. Humans may change or they don't. It seems they don't. The slave system was repeated again with a better name and a hate for orphans. I find it laughable.

I look at the screens again measuring how long it will take today when she does her daily errand to get back home.

It was sunset when the car arrived to its second destination. The door opened automatically at the stop and I headed out of the vehicle with ease. The mansion in front of me was classified as a summer home, used by my loving family as we stay in this area on my last days of going outside. It was a moderate house, about two floors contained in it with too much space to deal with. It shone with a white modern array but had the style of the 19th century. It was a more advanced and more long-standing house. Living in it was my legal older brother, my little sister, and both of my legal parents. I walked at a moderate pace to the door, jumping the steps a bit clutching my bag. The screen beeped alive when I stepped past the decorative door frame asking who I was. I heard the beep of my choker answering for me and the front door flies open. The welcoming air of the home was freshening after the almost tense air of classrooms and students with high expectations on their shoulders. This is how a home should feel like.