Dystopian Paradise

"hatchback lovedragon"

"She's late. Again." I said to my fellow club members as we all sat, awaiting Roxxy. Me, Joey, Jexxa, and Xav were the only members at the Paradise Tree that day because Arvin had a big game coming up and Bentley was at an art show.

"Let's give her a break. Just this once at least. She's got a dad to take care of." Jexxa said sympathetically which was completely out of character for her.

"She said she'd be here. When are we going to start holding her to her word? And even if she's late because of her dad, what's the point of having us as friends if we can't help her?" Xav questioned.

"Come on, four eyes. You know she's got too much pride to ask for help." Joey added.

After hearing Jexxa, Xav, and Joey going back and forth about Roxxy's tardiness, I decided to step down from the treehouse and give her a call.

I pulled out my phone, and was greeted by her smile on my wallpaper. I stared at her photo for an awkwardly long time before unlocking it to call her. But then I paused. "What if she thought I was too clingy? What if that's why she's not here?" I thought.

Suddenly my mind started flashing back to romantic moments that I thought were charming, but could've been unintentionally making her uninterested in me.

I sat pondering if I should call her number, while the group still in the treehouse narrated my indecisiveness aloud.

Suddenly a vintage XS Model 21' Hatchback pulled into the heavily wooded environment me and my friends called a hideout. It was Roxxy.

"Sorry I'm late. Dinner on me?" She said after rolling down the window.

Elsewhere in Dystopia, CP— Bentley Embers was critiquing different types of paintings and art at the Dystopia Land of Art Museum Contest.

Bentley encountered a painting that depicted smoke in the form of a cat extended over a stretch of land filled with nature and farms.

She took out a notepad and moved on. Bentley then noticed a robot with a crowd surrounding it, moving in articulate motion. The robot had an entire television for a head, and sported a suit and tie.

Bentley stared at the attraction for awhile and then continued writing in her notes. Bentley then kept walking through the museum admiring the art.

Her eyes caught glimpses of a large heap that consisted of cellphones in a trashcan, a flock of live sheep gathered together wearing blindfolds, and a cartoon of a man shopping for a woman in a plastic box.

Bentley kept walking and walking until she finally found a piece of art, that completely won her heart.

All the while, in the life of athlete Arvin Jax, a detrimental dependency on substances to get his mind off his injury, also managed to keep him off of the football field.

Arvin was supposed to be practicing for an upcoming game against a rival school, but instead spent the day in the confines of his room, escaping his own reality.

Deep down inside, Arvin couldn't admit he was scared of injuring himself again on the field. So when the thoughts of self-doubt crept in, he flooded his mind with the aroma of euphoria.

Arvin's mom walked in his room to see her son laid out on his bed, in a haze, avoiding his responsibilities. She fanned the smoke back and forth before proceeding to lash out on her son.

The Orange Stallion biker gang was the most notorious in all of Dystopia, CP for their aggressiveness on the roads and the iconic horse logo on their jackets.

The leader of the Orange Stallion, Pix Terrance awaited the arrival of his lifelong comrade and brother in arms Aero Jaxson.

Pix was standing by the jukebox at the Jazz Shack, when Aero finally walked in.

Aero had all eyes on his jacket, as on-goers and even the bartender gave him dirty looks and slick remarks.

"We're ready to take the roads back from the Dragons. Just waiting on your order." Aero whispered to Pix.

"Tell everyone to mount up." Pix said in response.