The Governments Agenda

Chapter 1

I've never been a morning person. Waking up from tantalizing scenarios of what my boring life could be always seemed more desirable over the blandness of reality. That being said, when I woke up I was grumpy. . . and maybe a bit confused.
One thing about my dreams was the topic of nightmares, or lack of them because I don't dream. At least not until a few days ago. So when I woke up with a rapidly beating heart and cold sweat that made me musty, it was a big surprise. Especially since I couldn't remember the dream, but I had to put it all aside. Life moved on, and right then I had to get ready for school.

I've hated my reflection since the beginning of my existence. My hair was a frizzy, tangled mess, the course texture made it almost impossible to deal with. My hair wasn't  like the typical girl out there. I come from African lineage. My hair is kinky, so I tend to wear it in French braids. My skin is a chocolate brown. My eyes are lighter than my skin, a toffee color  which made them stand out. I hate standing out, it caused unnecessary attention. 

I also wear contacts because I'm as blind as a bat. Just putting that out there.
You may be asking, why does that matter? I promise you will find out in a bit, just read the rest of my very anticlimactic morning first.

After I got over how unattractive I was in the mirror, I braided my hair and washed my face. I changed into my school uniform. Yes, I do go to a cheesy private school named Ortin Academy and it sucked. Mainly because most of the kids there were extremely rich and I was not, so they tended to be a bit snobbish and unbearable.

The only upside to my morning was my family. I had a very animated grandpa, who I called Oupa, and an even more animated little brother, Dwayne. Both greet me with smiles when I sat down for breakfast.

Just for you guys I'll skip ahead to when I was leaving my house. Just briefly when I was putting my shoes on in the doorway, I could hear the faint sound of the television. My Oupa listened to the news every morning,  so hearing the monotone news lady that morning meant nothing to me. That specific morning I wish I had listened a bit harder.

The news lady talked about a number of kidnappings that took place just a few nights before. If I had known my life was going to change the minute I stepped out of my house, I would have gladly stayed in my bed.

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When I arrived at school I was rewarded with a huge headache. It didn't really bother me, I got them all the time but this was like migraine level. Luckily, I came prepared for this type of stuff. I popped one of my dad's Aleve pills and continued on with my day.

I'm like the majority of kids when it comes to school. I hate it, because I somehow managed to gain extra credits than the tenth grade average, so I could skip a grade and be a junior if I wanted to. That would take more effort and more of my time, but I could technically do it. Due to the stupid technicality, I had to attend the pep rally that was happening that day for the upper classman.

I waited by my locker after orchestra because I had no friends. It's not a joke either, nobody really talked to me that often. If they did it was usually to either insult me or ask me for an answer to a question after they insulted me. But one of the people that did talk to me was Markus Davison, one of the few genuine people in our school. He was a tall italian guy with dark brown eyes and black hair. His toothy grin was his most prominent physical feature.

"Hey," he said. I gave him a small smile and waited for him to say something else. Another thing about me, I suck at social interactions. That might be why I'm so sarcastic and maybe occasionally rude.

"Are you waiting for the pep rally too?" I asked him, giving into the awkward silence between us. Markus looked down the hallway at his friends. They laughed at the awkwardness and Markus shook his head. "Are they laughing at me."