Breath With In


Chapter 5 - The Hole Dream Was Fake?!

RING RING! My alarm clock started to ring.

Slowly I woke up to the crushing reality which was my life.

I am in an alternate universe.

Just had a strange dream.

My new name is Jacob.

The year is 2200.

I am 6 feet tall (yes, exactly 6 feet, no more, no less).

And I am moving to a new high school today.

"So I guess I am gonna be late..." I thought out loud to no one in particular. The time was 7 AM. It was a Monday morning. I sighed deeply, dramatically even. Luckily in the future, school is only 6 hours long and starts at 8 AM. Unlike my stupid old school which had the brilliant idea of making school start earlier, because who needs sleep when you're young and full of potential, right?

I slowly woke up again (because the first time didn't count), got out of bed, put on my school uniform (which looks suspiciously like a Japanese school uniform because of course it does), brushed my luscious, silky, shampoo-commercial-worthy hair, and then got out of bed again because I forgot I already did that.

I catch the bus. But it uses electricity instead of gas. I am floored by the technological advancement. On the ride, there was quiet chatter (but I, naturally, sat by myself). I looked out the window dramatically, watching the futuristic buildings zoom past. After what felt like an eternity but was actually only 15 minutes, I got off the bus and walked to my first class.

History. Ugh.

Luckily, it's not our boring history, but their history. Apparently, someone assassinated that stupid fuck Donald Trump with a salty knife launcher. Yeah. A salty knife launcher. He popped open like a water balloon. Don't ask me how that works, I'm just as confused as you. Somehow climate change has reversed itself, and now we have the reverse problem. Too cold. So cold that penguins have taken over what was once New York City. Also, over all of this, Half-Life 3 has yet to be announced. Was I disappointed? Absolutely. The glasses I wore, which were basically futuristic phones for my face, reminded me that I still didn't have any friends because I moved to this school last week and I am the epitome of social awkwardness.

As the lesson droned on, I sighed again. It was my signature move at this point.

Walking through the halls to my second class, I saw her. The one from my dreams. She had flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes, and she tried to blend into the background like me. But you can't fool me. I'm an expert at blending in.

I tried to approach her, but I couldn't. It was like some invisible force was holding me back.

Oh right, it was my crippling social anxiety.

Each period, I tried looking for her again, but every time I thought I found her, it was just a janitor in a white hoodie. Classic mistake.

The day ended, mercifully. I went home, did homework that involved equations I didn't understand, and played some futuristic video games that were probably just old games with better graphics. After hours of mindless gaming, I finally went to bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering why life had to be so... weird.

I closed my eyes.

And dreamed of her.

Again.

But this time, she was holding a salty knife launcher...