Art Knights Dystopia

A Normal Day

Feeling the warm streams of sunlight pour across my face, I began to fall out of slumber. Hoping to catch a couple more minutes of sleep, I huffed rolling over to the other side. My alarm began buzzing furiously as soon as I turned over. Groaning, I twisted the flimsy plastic alarm off, unaware of it tumbling off the bedside table. A wave of fatigue washes over my body as I began to sit up. I hunch over and stare at my slightly dirty owl patterned pajamas that probably needs to be washed soon. A yawn escapes my chapped lips as I groggily rise out of bed to start the day. I yank off my soft fur-like blankets, exposing myself to the chilly atmosphere of the room. Standing up after painstakingly sliding out of bed, I began to stretch the soreness away. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I look up, meeting a pair of dull yellow eyes under messy, green strands of hair. As I reached for my frayed toothbrush, the sight of Nat's abandoned toothbrush caught my eyes. I began to scrub my teeth vigorously. He has been gone for four months or so, I think. Everyone claims that he's in the VA, vacation building. The VA was a superficial place that everyone has been to at least once in their lives. From what I remember last time when I visited with Nat, it was a beautiful and grand building. The pearly white paint that coated the building from top to bottom blinded many, and amazed others. I wonder where Nat is now? Would I see him again? Letting out a sigh, I stumbled to the vacant kitchen once filled with laughter and joy. I reached for my pre-made toast, the warm aroma of melted butter filled the air and the crispy texture met my tongue. Clamping the toast between my teeth, I made my way out. The door let out a soft click behind me as I left my apartment. Not too long after I exited my apartment, I heard a loud slam soon followed by the murmurs of my next door neighbors. On this floor, neighbors weren't known for being friendly with each other, unlike the floors below. It's common knowledge that the higher one lived in the building, the higher ranking they had. There is a building for each class rank, LC was for the lower class, which consisted of dropouts, orphans, and those who do not contribute to the society. The MC is the middle class, this consisted of people who worked in companies, academic achievers, and the average artizen. While the HC is reserved for the rich, high ranking government officials, and CEOs. My thoughts are soon interrupted by the ding of an elevator approaching. Just as the doors were about to close, a tan, lean hand slips in between the doors, holding them open. A familiar, tall, firm body steps out and I soon recognize that he's my friend, Toki! I greet him as he staggered towards me, "Hey man! You okay? Weren't you supposed to be at work already?" He hunched over and rested his hands on his knees to support him, still panting from running, "No...We...have a...a meeting...today..." I couldn't help but chuckle, "Ahaha, fill me in later alright?" Finally catching his breath, he responded, "Yeah, of course!" He grinned and regained his composure as if he was not panting like a canine ten seconds earlier. I smiled softly, he was the only trustworthy person left that I knew.