Art Knights Dystopia

Chocolate Eyes

I rode my bike to work, coming to a stop at the racks and quickly looped the firm, yet flexible, silicon lock around the icy metal bars. My breath visible in the cool, frigid morning air. Hurrying over to the entrance of the AK building, which is the building that works under the direct surveillance of the government, I pushed the heavy glass panels, that they claim are doors, open, meeting a gust of wind. I hurry over to the clerk at the front desk, checking in and immediately jumping onto the electro escalators. I hope I won't be late, again. Approaching the door labeled 105A, which is the art and entertainment department, I take a seat in my office and begin to work.
After a long day of endless demands, the sun finally began to set, indicating that it will soon be the end of the day and that my shift was over. As I packed up, I made a beeline to my bike. It wasn't hard to find, after all it was the only one still chained to the white metal bars. I mounted my bike and began pedaling towards the serene emptiness of the street.
All of a sudden, a short girl appeared before me, causing me to swerve and skid off of my bike to avoid crashing into her. My face was met with the stone cold marble that replaced the once concrete streets. Groaning a bit as I turn over, I was expecting to see an empty, hollow sky. But to my surprise, my eyes instead met with another. Those warm, chocolate brown eyes glittered like speckles of gold. I soon realize it was the little girl I had almost run into a couple of seconds ago. Worried, she asked shyly, "H-hey, are you alright? Sorry about coming out of the blue like that." Her extremely high pitched voice physically startled me. Before I could reply, she burst out laughing, wheezing almost, "Aheeheehee, ah-AH-AHAHA!" My face burned red with embarrassment, she must have realized her rude behavior because she quickly apologized, "Ah, I'm so sorry. Thanks for stopping for me by the way." She held out a hand to help me up, then continued, "I admit, my voice is unusually high for someone my age. I'm a little immature sometimes too if I do say so myself... But you should've seen your face! You looked like a deer that was about to get run over." She grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of her neck. Says the one who was about to be roadkill. Recovering from my embarrassment and ignoring the events from a few seconds ago, I decided to satiate my curiosity, "Oh, that's alright, are you lost by any chance? You seem awfully young to be wandering the streets alone at this time of day." She seemed offended and slightly annoyed by this remark, "No! I'm actually in highschool you know, I take night classes." Night classes... Weren't those for delinquents and failing students? If so, then why did she seem proud? Not wanting to be rude, I decided to offer her, "Hey, you want a ride home?" Surprised, she scoffed, "Why? So you can amputate me then sell my organs on the black market? Ha! No thanks!" Startled by her burst of energy and strange humor, I decided to tease her, "Ha! My plan has been foiled! Though, I suppose you're fine walking down the scary, creepy streets alone. Who knows, maybe someone will actually kidnap you and no one would ever know. There's no telling what people will do these days..." I paused for dramatic effect, watching her face grow in horror as I let it sink in, "Well then, goodbye! Wish you luck!" I smirked as I began to pedal away until I heard a small voice from behind call out, "HEY! Wait, don't leave me, please! I take it back! Come back! If I go missing, you'll be the first suspect!!" I chuckled and slowly turned around. This situation was going just as I expected, her imagination must have gotten the best of her. Plus, I couldn't just leave her wandering the streets while it's getting dark outside. I stop to a halt as she mounted herself to the back of my bike in a hurry. Her small, delicate, yet firm hands gripped my torso, as if she were afraid of falling off.
Soon enough, we approached her building, I wasn't surprised to see the illuminated LC sign decorating the top of the building. After all, she didn't seem like the type to live in the HC building, and if she lived in the MC like me, then I would've encountered her before. After we exchanged goodbyes, I pedaled my way back home through the refreshing crisp air. Eventually, I found myself in front of my apartment door, swiping my plastic card across the scanner. A beep of recognition sounded as my door clicked open. Replaying the events from before, I smiled to myself, wondering if I'd ever see her again. A yawn escaped my lips as I entered the living room, only now realizing how exhausted I felt. I didn't make it far before the blood red carpet that decorated the wooden floors came up to give my face a high five.