My mom came in and helped me get ready. She french braided the two front locks of hair into the middle, back of my head. She then temporarily dip dyed the rest of my hair a pink that matched my dress. After that I put on pink eyeliner and a purple mascara.
I was extremely nervous going out to the hover-car. So nervous that I was shaking and I didn’t stop until the hover-car parked so we could get out to go into the city square. The ride there was a lot of me shaking and my parents telling me there is nothing to be so nervous about.
We got there and as we filed into the town square I looked around at all of the buildings. Very few had people in them but the ones that did were the people that no longer had kids in school or never had kids in the first place. On all of buildings there was a live streaming of the commander. His dark brown hair looked almost black and his chubby stomach looked even bigger on the huge monitor. There was balloons and banners everywhere. Everyone had huge, toothy smiles. They were all happy and excited and it calmed me a little.
YOU ARE READING
The Commander's Story
Научная фантастика    "Hello, I am June and today I am going to tell you the Commander's story. It starts about twenty years ago."
