'Time. What is time?' I thought.'The ever allusive time that we never have enough of, or have too much of.' With a sigh, I changed my dream, and changed it again. Still unsatisfied, I gave up, and woke myself up.
I threw off my dream gear, slightly irritated. 'This is why i don't use these stupid things' I thought, shaking my head. Things like that only made life boring.
I pushed my feelings aside and got ready for the day, throwing on the first things i saw and leaving my hair as it was. To be honest, at that moment, I didn't give a shit what people thought or said about me, especially not today.
I made my way downstairs and to the kitchen, popping some bread in the toaster.
"Good morning azura. Would you like me to read you todays headlines from The Quirk virtual paper, or The Realists virtual paper?" asked my virtual personal assistant Nicole.
"The Quirk," I said, " They seem to be putting me on blast a lot lately."
"Sure thing," Nicole replied. " The Quirk has eleven major headlines; Scientists may have had a breakthrough in extending your time, Scientists still looking for a way to see your time, Azura Matsuto is cheating time, Azura is a hero or villain, Azura shows favoritism, girl that cant see anyones time, tech corps creates the next enhancement drink, tech corps and highland corps battle for the -"
"Thats good," I tell Nicole," Go into sleep mode."
With that, my toast popped up, and my apartment went silent again.
I ran the headlines through my mind and chuckled. They didnt even know the half of it.
See, I never asked to be this way. I had no choice in the matter.
When I was young, my father, a scientist, messed with my genes and somehow managed to stop my timer. Since then, I've always been treated differently. I've been an outcast.
I had two things no one else had; immortality, and the ability to see my own time, which was permanently stuck at 24:17:15:4:4. (24 years, 17 months, 15 days, 4 hours, and 4 seconds)
At first I tried to fit in. I tried to make friends, tried to be normal, but people were always too afraid to to be my friend, or they refused to be my friend out of jealousy. Eventually, I gave up. I isolated myself, and put up walls. I made friends with no one, and went into a depression, and I've stayed that way for 623 years now.
