Part One: Showing Off
The Monitor | Cleveland, Ohio
Friday, June 2, 2034 | 08:00 EST
Today is a casual attire day at school. That's just the "edu-macated" way of saying we can wear whatever we want. And I honestly don't know why we have to cough up ten more dollars if we want to dress down. Our tuition is already $50,000.00 a year per student to begin with. That's more than what most colleges ask for tuition in Ohio! It's utterly ridiculous!
Anywho, I ask the girls if they would glam Alexa up, you know, to try to help boost her self-esteem. They were more than willing to do so, and once we get her out of bed, the girls put Rick and I out of Alexa's room yet again.
I take five seconds to ready myself for the day and put my clothes on. I'm wearing a black button-down shirt with the top button undone, the whole thing tucked into my pants, and the sleeves rolled up to right under my elbows, a plastic-looking, shiny, cobalt blue tie that's been loosened a bit, a shiny dark blue vest, stretchy, black, slim-fit pants, a pair of black socks and black suede loafers, my shuriken belt, my ring, the Matrix, and my UI HUD sunglasses.
When I get finished, I go to the Cerebrum on Level One, and I scan the city of Cleveland for any and every possible disturbance, and I actually find one. But it's tiny, and gives off the signature of transdimensional energy. So I ask Aunt DEELEX, "Disturbance threat level?"
"Zero point five eight two," she replies. "It's nothing to worry about, young Mr. Allen."
"Even still," I say, "I don't think I like a transdimensional energy disturbance in the middle of the city. Please keep me apprised of any developments with this disturbance, I don't care how small said developments are."
"Sure thing, dearie," she says.
"Thanks Aunt DEELEX," I say.
At this moment, I hear the wall open up, and I turn around to see my team walk out of the elevator with a queen. My queen. She has on a black-fade-to-blue elbow-length sleeve, off-the-shoulder, mid-thigh length sweater dress, with black suede, over-the-knee, high-heeled boots. To accentuate, she has on her chrome-plated titanium bracelets, the Gemstone, her ring, a black purse and a black choker. Added to that, she's got on black-fade-to-blue eyeshadow (apparently to match the dress) and mascara, with blush and burgundy, almost purple lipstick, and her hair is styled into a simple ponytail in which it begins at the crown of her head, and spreads out. Come to think of it, she's actually got a lot of hair on her head for a girl of her adorable stature.
It is all I can do to not pass out from the sheer bliss of seeing her elegantly rock a simple ensemble such as what she has on right now. Brittney can't even hope to look this good in her wildest dreams.
09:00 EST
After breakfast, when we arrive at school, it's like those moments in a lot of romantic comedy movies, when everyone just stops what they're doing and pauses their conversations to just stare at the protagonist or pivotal character as they walk down the hallway after a significant change has been made in their appearance. But, if I'm not mistaken, I know exactly why this is happening. All of the onlookers are directing their stares at my queen, and when Brittney gets wind of this, this is going to piss her off.
And, right on cue, Brittney stomps down the hallway toward us in her six-inch stiletto heels, seething, her face as red as Rudolph's nose. Like, I can literally see the veins bulging from her skull to her clavicle. One can only hope that one of them pops soon...
"Who gave you permission to look like this?" she shouts, shoving Alexa in her shoulder hard.
Hmm. Must mean she looks really good.
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