His Colossal Mistake #justwriteit

Unthinkable Chapter 1

"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take."-Wayne Gretzky

"So I'll pick you up at 6?"

"Huh?" I break from my daze as my younger sister, Kalila spins around my apartment.

Havva huffs in annoyance before giving me a steely look. "I am picking you up tonight at 6," she pauses between each word to clarify.

"I have the charity thing tonight, you are on your own Avy," I didn't even bother asking what she has planned. No doubt it was another "innocent" party at Colton's.

My sister takes that moment to skip from my room and I turn my full attention to my friend, Havva.

"Whatever. But while I am having fun and enjoying life, you are going to be at a boring function, with a bunch of old women whose sole purpose is to express their distaste for mutts," she taunts before snatching up her light jacket and strutting out the room.

"Don't forget to take ma's cookies to your dad," are her last words before the door slams shut.

I sigh and flop back onto my bed. She was right: unfortunately. Monsters are the main topic during the night shifts with the aging women. I wonder if they only gossip so much to feel young again. They may only be in their 60s, but their snide remarks make them cruel enough to be named old hags.

I shake off my rude thoughts and remind myself that I enjoy working at the orphanage, I've been there pretty much my whole life.

Shaking off the thoughts, I shuffle downstairs for the cookies, hoping to taste test them before giving them to my father. My father is a very important man, and we could never be too careful.

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I smile as I walk out of my kitchen with the platter of sugary cookies. I felt lucky to have a well-stocked kitchen and a place to call home.

Many humans that transfer over from the Dividing Line lose their homes, and have a difficult time finding another. Walking into my high ceiling kitchen reminds me that I am privileged.

After emerging from my apartment, I close my eyes and take a moment to savor the refreshing wind. The weather gives me comfort and security, something that I lost as I grew older and more aware of the world.

I hear labored breathing and my eyes snap open.

Grinning, I assess my friend driving down the road on a red bicycle with a stack of books tucked under his arm.

"Hello Ashante!" I call out to the funny man, but he huffs anxiously down the road stuck in his own mind.

I continue to stroll down the sidewalk with a smile and pass by my parent's home. Few people were on the street finishing last minute errands before the next work day. I planned a long walk, knowing that I would socialize the majority of my day away. However, today was unique as I encountered minimal distractions.

I make it to the clearance gate in record time.

"Hey Adrianna!!"

I spoke too soon.

"Hey Colton," the man scurries up to me. He quickly squashes me into a tight hug. "Watch it," I warn half seriously. "I can only maneuver this so far from your destructive muscles," I motion to the platter of cookies.

"Oh! Cookies!" I slap his hands away from snagging them.

"This is for my Father, Colton. Now shoo," I tease him as I face the entrance gate of the 'Underground Human Protection and Resistance Facility.'