Sparked With Power ( Dystopian Society Fiction )

Chapter 7: The Rich Boy

*****AUTHOR'S NOTE*****

I am so glad to be back on.

Sorry for the huge wait!

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LIDA'S POV

   "And here's my design room", says Terra as she finally gets to the last room in the house.

    I reach out for the gold door knob, but she stops me before I even turn it.

"You can only go in there for your fittings!", she declares as if it's the golden rule around here.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Well, you are from the poor side", she says emphasizing the are.

"I'm not from the poor side, I'm from the normal side", I protest.

"It's okay darling, you're living the rich life now!", she laughs out.

    I walk downstairs and see Rudy playing with a spoon.

"What exactly are you doing?", I ask.

"Trying to find out where I can get the exact materials to make a titanium spoon."

"Good luck", I say and walk outside where there's a garden filled with all kinds of flowers.

    Something seems vaguely familiar about the bright garden. As I start looking around I find a red rose. I remember that my father gave a red rose to my mother every day. When I asked my mother about years later, after he and left us, what it meant, she simply said that he liked gardening and flower arrangements. But to me, it never seemed like that. It was looked like a symbol of love. The sectors don't use that sort of thing. The only symbol of love here is a kiss or to marry someone. And even if you marry someone, there's never a special flower arrangement or any decoration at all.

    I look up and see Drew staring at me. Then, I see what he's looking at. I notice that I accidentally cut the rose of while I was dazing off.

"What the hell are you doing?!?", he yells.

"I just th -", he cuts me off and pulls me out of the garden and into the nearby woods.

    He drags me far into the woods and stops me.

"Why did you take that?!?", he questions.

"I just cut it off on accident!", I say,"why'd you drag me out here anyways?".

"Listen if Ford catches he will be really mad", he whispers with his head low.

"Who's Ford?"

"He owns this territory, he only comes once a week", he says.

"And..."

"And, that's his garden"

"So what, do I put it back?"

"No just keep it, hopefully he won't notice or just let it pass", he says camping down on the fact that it is just a flower.

"Oh, okay."

    I gently touch its moist red petals and raise it up to my nose to smell. He looks at me a bit more gently and understanding.

"It's beautiful", he says, reaching out and joins my hand with the flower.

      We look at it for a while and then look at each other.

"So tell me, were you born here?", I ask as I notice a scar on the left corner of his forehead.

"Yeah, my parents were involved with the government so I never saw them much."

"Saw?"

"They died in a fire"

"Sorry."

"Don't even bother, it's not like you don't how it feels, right?"

"Right."

"Anyways, I grew up living in mansions and with house maids and well, basically a typical rich boy's home."

"Oh."

"When my parents died, they left a large amount of money, but I can't access it until I am 18, when I'm 18, I'll be able to get out of this pig pen."

"How much is it?"

"I don't know the exact amount but maybe around 10 billion?"

"Are you kidding me?!?", I shout.

     I can see his face harden at my sudden approach to the situation.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT", I keep going,"YOU'VE HAD FOOD, SHELTER, AND PRETTY MUCH  ANYTHING YOU WANTED AND YOU CALL IT A PIG'S PEN?!?".

"Listen Lida, don't misunderstand me!", he exclaims.

     I hurry off and go deeper into the woods. I feel him grab my arm, but I can't yank him off, he's too strong.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I should be more appreciative", he tells me.

    I let out a sigh and he loosens his grip on my arm.

"It's just that, I hate being rich, they always assume you can have anything money could buy, but money can't buy parents, or happiness, or even true love."

    I can see his eyes welling up.

"Look Lida, you can stay as long as you'd like, we won't mind", he says as he cleans up his eyes. 

     I look into his eyes and respond with a simple yes. And with just that, I can feel us coming closer.