Lydecker Plural
Part One (2009)
"Sir! Yes! Sir!" I yelled out standing at attention. Lydecker had just ordered me to pay attention and keep my eyes pointed forward. I was being taught advanced algebra, unlike the other X5s I was always being taught privately. I knew that the other X5s didn't know about me, and I didn't know why Lydecker just didn't put me in with the others. I had they're experience, I was just as good, I was in their age group and most of all I was always being ignored.
After the class it was I was ordered to go and see Lydecker. I marched over to his office using the hallways that were forbidden from the others. Before I entered I pulled my blonde (almost white) hair out of the back of shirt, exposing my lovely barcode.
I walked in, "Sir, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes I want to congratulate you on your six month mark, though I was a little disappointed of your behavior today in advanced algebra."
"I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again."
"Good you are dismissed."
I saluted him before I left for my quarters. Once I got in there I looked at the clock it read; 11:45 p.m. time to get ready for bed. I walked over to my bathroom, grasping my stale gray pajamas. I changed from the standard uniform to the pajamas, and looked deep into the mirror.
What I saw was a nine year-old white-haired blue-eyed girl who knew more than the average college student. I sighed. I took my hair out of my braided ponytail, and started to brush my teeth. Spit. I hated the old toothpaste that Manticore ordered for us. It had no flavor and was like brushing with chalk (even though that's what toothpaste was made of.)
When I was done rinsing I brushed my hair trying to get rid of the stupid wave that was a result of keeping my hair up in a braid all day. I walked over to my bed laid down. Rest.
Finally. I sighed, and soon I began to drift into sleep, and the last thought that entered was: the exhausting life of Geneva Lydecker.
Part One (2009)
"Sir! Yes! Sir!" I yelled out standing at attention. Lydecker had just ordered me to pay attention and keep my eyes pointed forward. I was being taught advanced algebra, unlike the other X5s I was always being taught privately. I knew that the other X5s didn't know about me, and I didn't know why Lydecker just didn't put me in with the others. I had they're experience, I was just as good, I was in their age group and most of all I was always being ignored.
After the class it was I was ordered to go and see Lydecker. I marched over to his office using the hallways that were forbidden from the others. Before I entered I pulled my blonde (almost white) hair out of the back of shirt, exposing my lovely barcode.
I walked in, "Sir, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes I want to congratulate you on your six month mark, though I was a little disappointed of your behavior today in advanced algebra."
"I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again."
"Good you are dismissed."
I saluted him before I left for my quarters. Once I got in there I looked at the clock it read; 11:45 p.m. time to get ready for bed. I walked over to my bathroom, grasping my stale gray pajamas. I changed from the standard uniform to the pajamas, and looked deep into the mirror.
What I saw was a nine year-old white-haired blue-eyed girl who knew more than the average college student. I sighed. I took my hair out of my braided ponytail, and started to brush my teeth. Spit. I hated the old toothpaste that Manticore ordered for us. It had no flavor and was like brushing with chalk (even though that's what toothpaste was made of.)
When I was done rinsing I brushed my hair trying to get rid of the stupid wave that was a result of keeping my hair up in a braid all day. I walked over to my bed laid down. Rest.
Finally. I sighed, and soon I began to drift into sleep, and the last thought that entered was: the exhausting life of Geneva Lydecker.