2030 (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter Two: Sydney

Hey everyone, Kate again! I got a new chapter of 2030 up, so comment, vote, and all that fun stuff. Sowwy it's been going pretty slow. It's the first cahpter so I wanted to just introduce the characters. I promise things will get more interesting!! :D :D :D <3

20-May-2030

03:48 P.M.

“Twelve minutes till closing time, men. Brought the cards, who's in?” Stick Fingers, my best friend, called to the dumpster men and me. No, I was not a man or even a boy. I was a girl and had the parts to prove it. But I acted so much like one, they sometimes forgot. And that was fine with me. “Need at least fifty.”

“I got 75!” I called from the Burning Pit. I had one of the best jobs in the world, even though it was technically illegal.

I was what they considered a Fire Shark. As an adult, it was one of the stupidest jobs you could have, but for my age the pay was outstanding. It was worth what I went through during the work hours though, and it paid for the time after when my co-workers would start a poker game.

“Whoa, little girl represent, nice!” Rubble gave me a high-five before readjusting his goggles. “Clear out, boys!” He called, then started up the flamethrower. I angled it towards the pile of waste, burning it to a three foot tall pile of ashes.

“Okay, we're dealing in early, there's no more work to do!” Sticky shouted loud enough for people on the rich side of town to not only hear, but go deaf from. He may have been missing half of his teeth, but boy could that man scream. When he was announcing that we wouldn't be completely doing our jobs, it wasn't that much of a good thing.

“Shut up before cop squad finds us. Or even worse, my dad,” I mockingly shivered, watching One-Eyed Joe clear out the remains. The men laughed and got our Card Table set up. There was no better feeling than gambling with my boys.

The boys were my best friends. I loved them with all my heart. They all were great because of different things. There was Rubble, my godfather who'd been there for me since I was born. He literally gave birth to me. Or at least was the one that yanked me out of my mother. Then there was One-Eyed Joe who actually became one-eyed saving me. When I was ten I got mugged and he fought the guy back, getting shot in the eye in the process.

There was Sticky Fingers, sometimes referred to as Sticky. He got his nickname when he tried to rob me at age ten. Then he accidentally knocked out my savior's eye. But in the end the three of us became best friends. And finally, there was Death. Yup, his name was literally death. No nickname. Just Death. I met him through work.

“Oh you got nothing to worry about, Syd. Only five more minutes and what are the chances that in five minutes someone will catch us?” Death laughed, shuffling the deck.

Almost on cue, there was a wailing siren of a cop squad hoverboard from the gate of the dump. I rolled my eyes seeing none other than my father, glaring out the window. I completely forgot about the cameras he sets everywhere I go.

“Nothing to worry about?” I mocked before waving goodbye to my friends. It took me under a second to run to my dad's board. He would be steamed if I took longer than that. “Hi there, daddy.”

“Sydney, I don't want you associating with those kinds of people. How many times have I told you that if you get off work early to teleport yourself home?” My dad sounded exasperated, but didn't stick around. One of the reasons I loved my friends so much was that my dad hated them.

“I left my remote at home,” I sighed, pressing the phone button on my robotic hand. Nobody found uses for the none-dominant hand in the future, so at birth it was cut off and replaced with high-class metal. “Sorry.”

“Left the remote at home,” Dad said to himself. He obviously was not pleased with me. Not that he ever was. “Of course you did. And you won't have anywhere to bring it to anymore because you're grounded.”

“Well, actually, I still have to go to work and school.” I responded. Dad tightly gripped to his wheel and gave me a scowl. I guess that wasn't the smartest thing to say.