Child

by iCantimations

Being the daughter of the Champion and the Prodigy is not an easy job, and Hanna Wing can tell you so much more. Her dream is to be normal. When her brother suddenly gets a mutated plague, Hanna really needs to step up. She meets Kalen along the way, who is a Colonist. Can the future she hoped for be possible? Would her brother survive? Can something really spark with a Colonist?

2. Chapter 2

Child

By LittleMissCrash

Chapter 2: Kalen

I have once again been sent to the Chancellor's office for inappropriate behavior, as they say. I was only talking to some hot girls. I mean nobody can resist that, right? I can never have any freedom, can I? Colonies have been closely monitored by the United Nations after a dramatic battle twenty-eight years ago with the Republic. Not that they hadn't played it dirty as well. They deliberately faked surrender. Then the Chancellor walks in robed in its entire honor. All the walls are covered with DesCon Corp, Cloud Corp, Meditech, and Evergreen Enterprises holograms. The Chancellor canceled them all and sat down on his all and mighty chair.

"Kalen, I've been told that you were showing behavior that you were told not to accomplish." The Chancellor said with his fingers rubbing his temples. Of course, I've been in here more than any other Colonist has.

"Yes dad." All of the Colonies know this, that I am the "prince" of this glorious country. Those girls I was flirting with were obviously rewarded with a great honor.

"How many times do I have to say to you? I am 'father' to you. I am no simple 'dad'!" He spat back the last word like it was a rotten egg. He gained himself and sighed and exasperated sigh. "Just what did you do this time?" I sighed and cleared my throat.

"I just flirted with some girls that were by the streets and the two girls obviously enjoyed it." I thought back to the taller one with the hazel eyes.

"I have had enough!" My father boomed. "Kalen, do you know how much of a disappointment you are to me? The prince should be a more governed, orderly, future Chancellor. And actually comb their hair when they wake up." Then he shuffled out some hologram tablets. "I already applied you for Carcal Corp Schools." Carcal Corp Schools? Those are schools are for the young criminals. He's going to send me there? From what I have heard, that place is absolutely terrible. Their lessons are boring and are punished by an entire day of whipping if your grade is not above a 600. A full grade is a 1000, and that has always been what I got before my father adorned me with useless duties.

"Father, you can't send me to a criminal school. The country won't let you." I say as calmly as possible, but I know his next words.

"I can do whatever I want! I am the Chancellor of the Colonies of America, and you will do as I say!" He says as he slams his hand onto his desk. "You shall leave tomorrow at the crack of dawn, if you don't I'll bring in the DesCon Corp Head and force you into the plane!" With that, I knew it meant that he dismissed me. Of course I will obey his orders. I will go.

But he did not say where.

The packing that is needed for my escape to the Republic of America is, surprisingly, very light. I brought a jacket, extra pants, water, and hunger pellets. Hunger pellets reduced my hunger rates, which would be very helpful on this trip. The capital of the Colonies is almost right next to the Warfront, thank goodness. I decided to leave now, and having absolutely no plan at all is pretty much my plan. I snuck out of the windows, pulled on my extra-large hood and walked onto the streets of the Colonies.

I don't know why I chose the Republic, since I hated it. It was their fault that a plague roamed around us. They got us fined for the war. They killed the previous Chancellor. Maybe I wanted to escape from my father a long time ago. Maybe I was looking for another country to escape from my father. China and the European Union are overseas, which would be possible if I could fly a plane. Canada is too far away to run in one night. This leaves me with the good old neighbor. Great.

I can see the Warfront being pulled closer and closer to me. There were no guards, however. How strange. There was always a group of guards huddled at the border playing game of hologram cards and with the country this poor, they can only afford such. Paper has become greatly expensive after the charge put against the Colonies. But this is my lucky day. I pass through swiftly, nobody catching an eye of me. Then I saw the ruins of the edge of the Republic, and I know that the Colonies had done this, many years ago. I kept walking, knowing now that seeing such a strange person walking on the streets would be no problem for them, for they could imagine me as "from the slums." Night has fallen already, and I could see myself nearing the capital of this new country.

I walked on for a little longer, until I finally sat at the back entrance of a building obviously for the Elector Primo.

From exhaustion, I collapse there and drift to sleep.