John looked around, what to bring.
Today was the day when he was suppose to have the surgery, everyone knows that most people recycle or giveaway all there old stuff that they bring, and Johns naturally lazy personality did not want to haul tons of junk from point a to b and not even use it.
The door across the room opened and Orin's head popped out, he took a quick glance at john, seeing the empty bag on the couch and Johns lost look. "Wow you must have packed half the galaxy" Orin remarked, the sleepiness emanating from him.
John looked at his friend, and slowly walked over to the couch and sat down "I just …."
Orin slowly walked over to the couch, just about to pour 2 cups of coffee but realizing that his friend couldn't have any he quickly stopped. "Just let me enjoy this tasty steaming hot, delicious coffee"
John looked up at him, in just 4 hours his friend that he grew up with would look ugly and he would be pretty. Orin slowly walked over and sat down, turning on the wall screen.
"So will you visit?" Orin asked, pretties always say they will but in history none have ever visited there old friends.
"Ya, sure…. All the time." they both knew that even if he thought he was telling the truth, he wouldn't.
4 hours can seem like nothing when you spend it with your best friend, especially when you are doing nothing. The time slipped by without either of them knowing, a silence fell between the two of them over the time.
Ring, ring, ring Both Orin and John looked at the hand phone sitting on the table. John reached over and answered "what".
"Is this John Clark"
"Yes"
"A hover car has been sent to your dorm arrival time: 30 minutes"
"K"
The call ended and john looked over at his still empty bag.
Orin noticed this and quickly asked "if you need any help-"
"I'm good" John interrupted standing up.
He walked over to his little room and quickly gazed around. The room consisted of his PC, an ancient computer built from schematics he had found in the cities database, considered crude by modern standards but the rusty's new that sometimes it's nice to feel the computer not just look at buttons and twitch fingers. He realized for the first time that most of the junk he owned was recreations of rusty stuff, his computer, his phone and tons of tiny knick knacks. He stood there for a solid 5 minutes just looking at where he had spent most of the last 5 years. He turned around and started walking to the door, he looked over at Orin "got a present for you" John said nonchalantly he through his keys to Orin and walked out.
"What about your bag"
"It's empty and anyway I don't need that shit"
John walked out of the room and through the hallways that had been his home for the last 4 years; he knew this place like the back of his home. The uglies he passed in the hallways looked at him with a quizzical expression, it was usual for soon to be pretties to be braking there back with carrying tons of junk.
John decided to take the long route, the stairs took a lot longer to get to the roof, the hover car pad but the staircase had glass walls and offered a view of the ugly world, the last look he would have for this place in a long time.
When he reached the top he stood there, waiting for the car. He went to stand by the edge; he stood there for a while, just taking it all in.
As he waited cars arrived and left, but one car was carrying someone that he hoped he wouldn't see. Yura, the teacher that he despised with every ounce of his being.
"Where is your stuff" she said to him with an air of superiority.
"I don't need it "
"Well that is very you, just try not to screw up the operation, like everything else you screwed up"
"So polite of you"
She left, a small group of students greeting her, fucking teacher's pets john thought as he saw them leave.
20 minutes passed. He waited for the car and it came, the Red Cross on it distinguishing it from all of the other cars.
John walked up to the car and opened the door and slowly got in.
"John Clark"
"Ya"
"Where's your bag"
"Not bringing anything, don't need it"
"That's very mature of you john, you should be proud"
"So how long will this joy ride be?"
"We should arrive in 2 hours"
"F in suburbs "John muttered "is there a way to go any faster"
"Ya, if you don't mind high gs and some bruises" the driver said with a note of delight in his voice
"Ya sure speed away, new arrival time?" John asked
"Half an hour" the car shot in the air and quickly accelerated, far beyond the recommended speed limits.
The ride was frightening but fun, a last ride before the surgery, a common myth about the surgery is that they remove adrenal glands. Although this has not been confirmed and it's only a rumor, but pretties are always so calm.
Half an hour later they arrived at the hospital, john walked into the waiting room and took a seat. Nothing to do but wait and wait and wait.
This chapter seems, at least to me to be a lot better than the last.