In a different time and different history of the world, countries were formed differently, technology so advanced, that only the greatest minds could comprehend the technology of science behind it. But despite all of the technology, they use very little for personal use, only to help the sick and to uncover the truth behind the creation of the world.
"So this brings us to the next section in the Japanese history. The Yamito period; also known as the Nara period. This was the…" the teacher said as I lean back in my plastic chair. Paying little attention to what he's saying. I could care less really. I already know more than enough about the country and its history. I lean forward and turn to a fresh page. Make it seem as if I'm taking notes. When in fact I'll just be drawing meaningless things. Besides it's going to be on the conference anyway, there's no need to write it if I can just print it off later.
"Hey, Kayla." The person next to me said.
"What?"
"What do you think of Alex?" she asks me looking in his direction; I take a quick glance and look back at the paper.
"Well?" she said
"I don't really care; I don't really take interest in him. Or anyone in this class to be frank."
"What if I told you he likes you?"
"I wouldn't care all too much."
"But he's hot!"
"So? He's a jerk to everyone, he chooses who to like on a certain day. When his in a bad mood he just rants and yells, it's annoying."
"How do you know all that?"
"He talks to me all the time, we text."
"You managed to get his number?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Huh?"
"He's my brother's best friend."
"Oh. Well; Logan told me that Amy told him that Ron that Alex told Jake that he likes you."
"You couldn't have made that any more confusing. Besides with the amount of people that information has gone through I doubt any truth still resigns in the facts. It's sheer gossip."
"Okay." She said returning forward and listening to the teacher. Her arms crossed. I seriously have no idea what I did wrong.
"Please have this completed for tomorrow's class. You are free to go home." He said. As if in harmony everyone (excluding myself) got up and ran out the door, like a heard of elephants; only much louder.
"Kayla, why is it you always stay behind?" the teacher asked.
"I don't like the crowd when I get my things together."
"I'm surprised. You take no notes during class and when tests come you know everything."
"History is something I've always been good at. Japanese history especally."
"Did your parents teach you when you were young?"
"No, I was adopted. They never taut me about history, for as long as I remember I've known the history of Japan."
"I see."
"I'll be leaving now. Everyone's gone, here's the assignment that were supposed to pass in tomorrow."
"T-thanks." He said a little shocked that I was able to complete it in such a short amount of time.
I walk out of the class room. Go to my locker and stuff my things in my backpack.
"Kayla! Hold on!" my teacher yelled down the hall.
"What is it?"
"Here." he said with a loss of breath.
"A ring?"
"An ancient ring. The myth behind it is it belonged to the prophecy child. She changed the way Japan developed, and in turn the way the world developed, as well as the government. One child changed the development in the world, one child. The child was a girl. Much like you in many ways. Out spoken, logical, and motivated about things that are close to her heart. I want you to have it. It's been in my family but I'm 49 and with no children. I see a lot of me in you, a historian at heart. And what ever you do don't sell it."
"T-thank you so much. I don't really know what to say about this. You are giving me an ancient ring that the museum would jump on if they ever knew it existed."
"All the more reason to give it to you, I know you won't give it away, you want it for your personal collection. Although a ring as beautiful as that, you'd want to wear it."
"I'm surprised teacher. That you know so much. And about my collection of ancient artefacts."
"I want my students to be motivated about history. And this ring seems to suit you more than it does me, I mean, way to many jewels for a man to wear." He chuckled at the thought.
"Thank you very much. I'll be on my way now."
"Bye." He said. That was random and a little creepy. I slip the ring on my ring finger on my right hand.
The school gates close behind me. I watch my feet as one step in front of the other. The pavement dry and full of dirt from along the side. My eyes deceive me, for a second I could have sworn I was in a desert, with the heat blaring down on my skin. But I look again and it's just the pavement that lay under my feet.
That vision comes back a few more times. I'm either way to sleep deprived, or I'm going crazy. I hope it's because the lack of sleep. I sit down on a near by bench. Place my hands over my face, rubbing my temple and eyes. I really should get to sleep earlier. I bring my hands back to my side, holding on to the straps of my backpack. The darkness soon leaves and I open my eyes. Hoping to see pavement under my feet, but no matter how much I wish for that, it didn't come true. Sand under my feet. I rub my eyes again. Still; sand lay next to me. I have to be dreaming. I must've fallen asleep on that bench. I look up from my feet. People are starring. Why is it everyone is always starring? I look at what I'm wearing compared to their outfit. Modern, not so modern. Modern, ancient. Great, I'm dreaming of ancient times again.
"Have you traveled far?" a red haired boy asked me.
"In a way."
"You must be warm."
"Yeah, winter clothes can do that to you."
"Come with me."
"Look, not to sound rude. But we've only just met. And ever since I was young I was told not to go to random places with people I don't know."
"Intelligent person. However I am the head of this village and I want you out of the blazing sun without the proper clothing."
"Okay, but I know self defence. So don't try anything."
"Very well." The boy replied. I follow him. Entering a building, a sudden gust of cool air hits my body; so very refreshing. People are bowing to the boy in front of me. He can't be any older than 17 or 18 and they are paying him with the up most respect.
"Here, put these on." He said handing me an outfit.
"Where exactly?" I ask
"There, it's a bathroom." He said pointing to a near by door. I walk over to it and enter. I lock the door behind me and try on the clothes that I held in my hand. I walk out of the bathroom.
"It suits you."
"Thanks." I said biting the corner of my lip slightly to. I'm wearing the weirdest outfit. It's the style of a kimono, with a sky blue colour, the pattern a dark branch like style, a sort kimono at that; under it I wear short shorts. I've never worn such a thing. I wear jeans and baggy-ish t-shirts. Not skirts. But I'll just have to deal with it.
"Come with me." He simply said, with no tone. I have nothing better to do so I might as well go.
"May I ask you a question?"
"What is it?"
"What's your name?"
"It's Gaara. And yours?"
"Kayla."
"An honour."
"Like-wise." Nothing else was spoken during the duration of the time we walked. We walked down many halls. So far not stopping in any room. A large door at the end of the hallway has to be our destination. Gaara opens the door and we enter, it's filled with many faces. My guess would be this is a council meeting and this boy and I interrupted.
"Gaara." One said, signalling him to a seat. The seat at the head of the table. He walked over to the seat and sat down gently. For a rough looking exterior, he seems to be rather gentle.
"And who is this?" someone said behind me.
"Her name is Kayla, she will be apart of the council from now on."
"What are her qualifications?"
"The ring on her finger comes from a family of great intellect. She would be brought up learning of government and great decision making. Naturally a good decision to be making." Maybe I should tell him I'm not from the family the ring comes from. But I need a job.
"So who's getting kicked out?" someone asked
"No one, I'm adding a seat to the council."
"But you can't do that! The council can only have so many people at a time. It's been like that for years! Many many MANY years!"
"If you don't make a difference or change the rules the village will not be able to thrive. Change creates more difference which means. Laws are meant to be broken, and people are meant to challenge the law to change it so it's better for the people both in the village and the people of the future. With Gaara changing the way things work within the government it changes the ability and strength of the village as a whole."
"I like her." A boy, around the age of Gaara said. Purple paint like make up on his face.
"She's too outspoken." An old man said
"I say what's on my mind. If I did not do so than I wouldn't be able to say my idea or opinion, which means my ideas wouldn't be put in to the greater scheme."
"She's too outspoken." Another person said
"So is Temari, yet we listen to her." The boy with purple paint on his face reminded.
"Besides, times are changing, and it doesn't seem as if many women hold a position on this council, your behind the times." I said. The boy in the purple face smiles; placing his hands behind his head and placed his feet on the table; smiling.
Authors note
I have not given up on my other story. This was planted in my head for a long time and I had to write it down before I forgot. Hope you like it!