Nonconformist.

Quietly, my father stood. He nodded in my mother's direction and walked away from the table. My mother stood. McFee stood. I stood. Nod. Nod. Nod. Time to rest. I walked to my bedroom. I climbed into my bubble bed.
"Lights; turn off." I commanded softly. Darkness. I awoke to bright light filtering into my eyelids. The unnatural-made-to-look-natural light shone in my room, then dimmed to a level my eyes could adjust to. Mc Fee stood in the frame of my door, violating my space with his face. He grinned at me goofily. My brother could be agreeable when the new was not on and we were alone. He had the most infectious smile ever. I smiled back at him.
"Time for Education, Paige!" he exclaimed, putting on the strict, robotic, pulled face of my instructor for my benefit. I laughed and threw my oh-so-clean pillow at him. Great Grandmother always said we were the most normal siblings she'd ever seen. He caught it with one hand. Curse my reflexive brother. Lazily, he set it on my bed to avoid scorn from my mother, whom was bound to wake any second. I shooed him out and allowed myself to be cleaned and dressed by our Helper. Helper was less like a person, more like an item. She felt no emotion, I tested, trust me, and she had the cold, hard features of a robot, but gentle hands, like that of a humans. I knew she probably did have emotions, but they were buried deep within her circuitry. She dressed me in the silver and green uniform of my Education Rank. Silver stood for tenth and green stood for Creative. My brother's was gold and metallic red. Twelfth and Standard. I walked out of my quarters and fled my home with my brother. He piloted Toyota Skimmer. It was a small, hovering vehicle powered by purified air. It was like a car, great grandmother said, but ten times smaller then any kind she'd ever seen. She didn't know how people fit into it. My brother waved his hand over the small censor and the little doors popped open inside, the seats were adjustable. The small vehicle blinked to our destination.

 

*the Toyota Skimmer

 

Burp

 

Love you 

 

when I say burp I mean bump but auto correct has something against real words -.-

 

The destination in question, was a large, you guessed it, gray institution with the menace of a prison. It's gigantic, iron wrought gates were to be feared by all who gazed upon it. It signaled you weren't getting out. There were kids in the courtyard. Early birds. They were separated into two distinct groups. Creative and Standard. I didn't want to be separated from my brother. I did all there was to be done. I threw my arms around his waist and put my head on his shoulder. It was a very intimate thing. He returned the gesture, surprised. He gave me a quick farewell and allowed me to get pushed, pulled, prodded, and poked over to the Creative side. The Creative children seemed...more colorful, I guess some might say. I recognized the boy that lived in the same unit. He had light brown hair that reflected in the sun. It stuck up a little in the front in a manner my great grandmother described as attractive. He had powder blue eyes, often with a faraway expression in them. He wore the same uniform, Silver and Green. I greeted him with a wave as Great Grandmother had taught us both. She had taken to him, Nikolas, almost instantly. He smiled that faraway smile. "Hello Paige." he said softly. If it were another time, another place, under different circumstances, we might have been romantically interested. But romanticism died long ago. That did not loosen the knot in the pit of my stomach when he spoke to me in such a manner. Quietly, I smiled.
"Hello Nikolas."
"I trust everything is okay?" his eyes clouded with worry. He missed Great Grandmother too.
"Yes. It's gotten better."
He smiled, ridiculously happy to see I was alright. I looked around, hoping they weren't around.
"They are breaking up a couple of offenders." he smiled again. Sometimes, I wondered about that boy. "Offenders? Again?" I grinned. The ones whom chose to go against the word of the Government and have wills of their own. Almost always Creatives, they did everything to defy what they would inevitably become. They loved and they sang and they smiled freely, denying the fact they would become slaves to to tyrannical, judgmental government that ruled over lives and struck fear deep into the souls of the populace. The sad truth was that they were the government embodied in young people.

It's too long D:

 

I never said love
I said romanticism :$

 

The act of being romantic but people are still falling in love 0-0

 

Lol in some peoplez
Like the main
And the love interest 

 

Lmao 