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CHAPTER THREE
A MONTH LATER
We were living in a small town outside LA called Harper's Bay. It hadn't been hit by the Pulse too badly and all three of us found a small house pretty easily. It kinda helped Syl and I were well endowed and the real estate guy was a perve.
It was so weird that I was living this normally. I went to the local high school and worked in a book shop after school.
Our cover story was that our parents died in a car wreck, and Krit was my guardian until I was 21. I was a normal teenage girl who lived with her brother and his girlfriend.
So, we'll start with the details of school. The school was nice. I was fairly shy around all the normal teens, and made a couple of friends - a girl named Ema and a boy named Noah. I tried my hardest to be normal - I was Lee Anne Guevara on the records, on my indenticards and on every record in Harper's Bay. Even Krit and Sl adjusted life to suit me - they both changed their names slightly - Kristopher Guevara and Sylvia Amos - and got jobs. Krit worked at a messenger service and Syl was a secretary.
School was hardly an issue for me - when I was six, I could build my very own nuclear weapon. In classes at Manticore, we were taught Math, Science, History, Languages and other stuff that was taught in a high school.
I was working my bicycle home (Krit refused me a motorbike). My book bag was heavy and the wind was blowing hard.
"Lee Anne!" I heard a voice behind me, and turned around. Ema.
"Hey," I said, as she caught up.
"Are you going tonight?" she asked, her red hair flying everywhere.
"No, I'm not," I said.
"But it's so the party event of the season. Besides, I was talking to Naomi who was talking to Gina who heard it from Bethany.you get the picture...anyway, Joel likes you! He is so asking you to the Prom!"
I sighed. All the older guys had asked me out - I knew I was beautiful, Krit was engineered to be good looking, so was I.
"No. I refuse to go out with him," I stated.
"Joel? The guy who could buy you a motorbike for a Valentine's Day present? The richest family in the Bay area?"
I rolled my eyes. "No. Way. In. Hell."
We arrived at my place. No one was home, which didn't surprise me.
"Please come, Lee, your brother won't mind," Ema begged. "Anyway, Mom said I could go - only if you did."
Damnit. Now I was responsible for Ema's happiness as well.
"Fine. One hour. No longer." I said, grabbing an apple.
"Yay! Lets find you something to wear," Ema cried happily.
We went to the party at nine. Krit and Syl weren't home and I didn't bother to leave a note. Not much point - I'd most likely be back before them.
Ema had made me wear tight black jeans, a red top and black platform sandals. I left my hair out. Ema wore a red leather mini dress and heels. Freak.
The party was gross. Half the high school sitting round, drinking and cracking onto each other.
Ema went off with Noah, promising to hook up later. I sat around watching the seconds tick by.
"Hey, Lee Anne, right?"
"Depends who's asking."
"Joel. I'm in Junior year."
"And I'm a sophomore. A young sophomore, by the way," I said, looking straight ahead.
"Yeah - only fifteen. Wow. You must be smart or something."
"Yeah, smart or something," I said, glaring at him. Californian boy good looks. Moron.
"Well, your friend? Emanuelle?" He's talking about Ema. Her mother gave her such a disgusting name.
"Yes, Ema?"
"She wants you out on the balcony."
I couldn't see anyone on the balcony. I'll humor Joel though. I got up and walked out there. I was right, Ema wasn't there.
All of a sudden, Joel was practically on top of me, sucking at my face and groping me. I half shrieked and shoved him away.
"Come on Lee Anne," he groaned, reaching for me. I tripped him up and kicking him in the head - he should be unconscious for around five hours, with a mind numbing headache afterwards.
I walked purposely back into the room and looked around for Ema. Stuff it, I'm going home.
I walked out onto the street, and begin the walk home. It's barely ten. I really suck at this normal life thing.
Just before I step out onto the main road, an army truck drives past. I step back into the shadows, trying to hear what they are saying.
Can't hear. Might hang here for a bit before I head home. I have a bad feeling about this.
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CHAPTER THREE
A MONTH LATER
We were living in a small town outside LA called Harper's Bay. It hadn't been hit by the Pulse too badly and all three of us found a small house pretty easily. It kinda helped Syl and I were well endowed and the real estate guy was a perve.
It was so weird that I was living this normally. I went to the local high school and worked in a book shop after school.
Our cover story was that our parents died in a car wreck, and Krit was my guardian until I was 21. I was a normal teenage girl who lived with her brother and his girlfriend.
So, we'll start with the details of school. The school was nice. I was fairly shy around all the normal teens, and made a couple of friends - a girl named Ema and a boy named Noah. I tried my hardest to be normal - I was Lee Anne Guevara on the records, on my indenticards and on every record in Harper's Bay. Even Krit and Sl adjusted life to suit me - they both changed their names slightly - Kristopher Guevara and Sylvia Amos - and got jobs. Krit worked at a messenger service and Syl was a secretary.
School was hardly an issue for me - when I was six, I could build my very own nuclear weapon. In classes at Manticore, we were taught Math, Science, History, Languages and other stuff that was taught in a high school.
I was working my bicycle home (Krit refused me a motorbike). My book bag was heavy and the wind was blowing hard.
"Lee Anne!" I heard a voice behind me, and turned around. Ema.
"Hey," I said, as she caught up.
"Are you going tonight?" she asked, her red hair flying everywhere.
"No, I'm not," I said.
"But it's so the party event of the season. Besides, I was talking to Naomi who was talking to Gina who heard it from Bethany.you get the picture...anyway, Joel likes you! He is so asking you to the Prom!"
I sighed. All the older guys had asked me out - I knew I was beautiful, Krit was engineered to be good looking, so was I.
"No. I refuse to go out with him," I stated.
"Joel? The guy who could buy you a motorbike for a Valentine's Day present? The richest family in the Bay area?"
I rolled my eyes. "No. Way. In. Hell."
We arrived at my place. No one was home, which didn't surprise me.
"Please come, Lee, your brother won't mind," Ema begged. "Anyway, Mom said I could go - only if you did."
Damnit. Now I was responsible for Ema's happiness as well.
"Fine. One hour. No longer." I said, grabbing an apple.
"Yay! Lets find you something to wear," Ema cried happily.
We went to the party at nine. Krit and Syl weren't home and I didn't bother to leave a note. Not much point - I'd most likely be back before them.
Ema had made me wear tight black jeans, a red top and black platform sandals. I left my hair out. Ema wore a red leather mini dress and heels. Freak.
The party was gross. Half the high school sitting round, drinking and cracking onto each other.
Ema went off with Noah, promising to hook up later. I sat around watching the seconds tick by.
"Hey, Lee Anne, right?"
"Depends who's asking."
"Joel. I'm in Junior year."
"And I'm a sophomore. A young sophomore, by the way," I said, looking straight ahead.
"Yeah - only fifteen. Wow. You must be smart or something."
"Yeah, smart or something," I said, glaring at him. Californian boy good looks. Moron.
"Well, your friend? Emanuelle?" He's talking about Ema. Her mother gave her such a disgusting name.
"Yes, Ema?"
"She wants you out on the balcony."
I couldn't see anyone on the balcony. I'll humor Joel though. I got up and walked out there. I was right, Ema wasn't there.
All of a sudden, Joel was practically on top of me, sucking at my face and groping me. I half shrieked and shoved him away.
"Come on Lee Anne," he groaned, reaching for me. I tripped him up and kicking him in the head - he should be unconscious for around five hours, with a mind numbing headache afterwards.
I walked purposely back into the room and looked around for Ema. Stuff it, I'm going home.
I walked out onto the street, and begin the walk home. It's barely ten. I really suck at this normal life thing.
Just before I step out onto the main road, an army truck drives past. I step back into the shadows, trying to hear what they are saying.
Can't hear. Might hang here for a bit before I head home. I have a bad feeling about this.
AN: Come one, you know you want to. Press that button. The one that says review ;)