The Chosen 8

#1

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Like every morning. I slowly get up and look around my whole room. I analyze every inch and corner. Nothing is different except the one tiny piece of hair on my rug. I get out of my bed and walk over to it. I pick it up. I put it on my desk and made a mental note to give it to Dr. Wesley. He is always leaving something in my room to see if I can find it. I walk over to my closet and find my uniform.

I walk over to the mirror and sigh at the red uniform. The same red top and skirt with leggings. Which are very itchy. But at least they have good taste in fashion. I walk out of the door with a sigh because I tell that to myself everyday.

I wait in the line and I see the person in front of me scooch a bit forward. I roll my eyes. Everyone is scared of me since I'm the 'dangerous' one. I mean they aren't wrong but still.

I get to the front. I put my bracelet onto the scanner. I am greeted by Ollie.

"Hello there number 1!"

"Hi Ollie." I say with a smile. These A.I.'s always make me smile.

I walk in and head straight for food. I am not really big on socializing. Considering that I am the youngest in the S.T.A. I see French toast, pancakes, waffles, bacon, and many other really good foods. But I decided to choose French toast since it is so good. I get three slices. I lick my lips and find a place to sit.

I find a good spot on a table in the middle. Close enough to the garbage can and the door. So I can rush out quickly or throw out my garbage in the fewest amount of steps. I sat down and everyone who was sitting there either stared at me or got up and fled to another table.

The people who were staring soon fled and I was left alone. And I sighed and ate my food. But I could feel all the eyes staring at me. And almost as if on cue. Someone walks up to me. I sigh as I take my last few bites because I know I won't be going to eat it again. I can only hope.

I wipe my mouth with my napkin. And look up. I see a kid. I already know what is gonna happen. So I say,

"Hi, can I help you?"

"Quit the act." He spat.

"Excuse me?" I question, calmly.

"I know that you aren't the strongest. You are just bluffing." He spats.

"And your proof is?" I ask, after taking a bite of my french toast.

He laughs, "What proof do you want? You are a freaking eleven year old! And you are so 'dangerous'." He puts air quotes on "dangerous". So mockingly.

"Well, that is good proof. So what made you do it? Peer pressure? A dare? Or are you new?" I ask.

"As a matter a fact it was neither of those reasons. But I number one hundred sixty-seven challenge you."

I can hear everyone gasp and I already knew he was gonna say that.

"Alright then. When do you want it?" I say.

"You are actually gonna fight me." He says with a scoff.

"Yeah, you challenged me."

"Alright then. You, me in the training arena before lunch."

"Ok see you there." I say, as I take my last few bites.

I already know who will win.

I get up to throw away my trash and head to Dr. Wesley's office. I open the door and see him there. The same black messy hair, green eyes, black painted nails, and a bit of eyeliner. He is my favorite because he isn't afraid of being himself even if his look is so 2019. Way back then. I take a seat in my usual spot. And set down the piece of hair I found in my room this morning.