Blue Pulse

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Caroline

Brr...Why didn't we bring coats?

It was a dark, cold, and windy afternoon at the sports field. The estate was 47 acres but that also meant we had to hike six miles to the house and back again for things like school and getting to places. And in our current case, simply to just grab a coat. It was stupid for us to leave without coats, I can even tell that Wyatt, my brother, is shivering in the cold wind.

I guess that's the bad part of living in northern Idaho/Southern Canada, that's what they used to call it. I learned about my area in a textbook from a long time ago. Nowadays they take a huge area of land and name it something, the old U.S. is now four nations, each separated by the ocean. All of them have names according to their rank, mine is Fandel, the second to best nation.

It is only the end of the summer, but the weather changes rapidly. One day it is bright and sunny, the next we find ourselves shivering in the cold, scolding ourselves for forgetting to wear our coats. We walk in jeans and thin T-shirts. I see the goose bumps covering his arms all the way up to his neck. I feel my long brown hair flying in the frigid wind.

"I am so regretting not bringing even a light jacket!" I say, teeth chattering.

I begin to think he is going to say something sounding strong like: Oh, it's not that bad, but you can tell he would be lying, anyone could.

My brother was never a good liar, he tries to lie to seem really macho and strong, but it never works. My brother didn't have a swarm of people trying to be friends with him.

I'm friendly, just not what everyone wants, they care for looks, ranks, smarts. I had most of those qualities, I just never fit in. Ever.  

"I a-agree-e," Wyatt says sounding like a skeleton click-clacking its teeth, "we should-d just ditch-tch this lesson-n and g-go back to the-e hous-s-se!"

I do feel like ditching the training, but my parents would never allow it to go by without us receiving a harsh lecture and punishment.

"We can't, Wyatt, Mom and Dad would never let us go unpunished," I say.

I think of my parents, they never really truly cared for us, they surely probably would've shown they cared if they had thought to buy property within the city. Rather than forcing their two children to fly our hover boards six miles to get to school.

They never even seemed to want anything to do us, they had their jobs and got money from it, saying that this was a wonderful life. We had everything...right?

Truth is, I hate living like this. It's the same constant cycle everyday. Nothing exciting or different ever happens. Wake up, go to school, ride home, sleep, and repeat again.

Wyatt agrees with me but he'd never mention it to our parents. Fear of being yelled at or grounded I guess.

My parents have told me ever since I was a child that the ones who are older, or are men, speak first. Though, Wyatt usually never says much, his feelings and ideas stay inside his head. Neither of us actually have best friends like the other kids at school, we have a few, but they're not people I would like to put my trust into.

Wyatt is really the only one I say anything to.

We begin to come in view of the city and we see the red-brick school. It is huge and only the smartest kids are allowed into it.

They have so many kids that go there and the teachers don't care for the students at all. Often I see kids being bullied, or maybe a group of kids vandalizing the school, and every once in a while I see two love-birds in the hallway making out. It's sick, I guess I'm just not used to it, Wyatt and I were never liked, and barely tolerated.