High school is hard. Whoever told you it wasn't is a big fat liar.
I sighed and put my pencil down on the paper, trying to get the words out of my head for my essay. Nothing came, not a single idea.
We had to choose a topic and I didn't know what to do. The teacher hadn't given us any guidelines and because of that, I was suffering from the inability to think of anything.
I looked over at my friend, Trace, who was writing like crazy, his pencil moving with each stroke and pausing every few seconds to look it over. He nodded to himself, then looked over at me.
"What's got your tail, Kira?"
I sighed and shook my head. "I'm the best at science in our class, but when it comes down to English essays, I'm stumped. How come you're so good at it?"
Trace chuckled. "I practice, and I want to become an English major."
"Yeah, yeah. So you've told me a hundred times."
Trace looked at me and leaned forward, his brown eyes displaying amusement.
I growled at him, "What?"
"Nothing," he responded.
"Yeah right," I retorted.
"Kira, what are you passionate about?"
I thought for a second, tilting my head up and tapping my chin. "Science," I said finally.
Trace nodded and smiled before leaning back in his chair. "There you go, write your essay about some sort of technology."
I sighed, "How on earth is that going to help?"
"Just try it," he said, still smiling.
I narrowed my eyes to a glare until his smile vanished and he arched and eyebrow at me, as if he was saying, go on.
I rolled my eyes and put my pencil down on the paper, thinking about the different technology out there. Then my pencil went down as an idea popped in my head like a pack of dynamite. The pencil moved with my strokes as I started to form words, everything flowed out of me.
I talked about the advanced technology and the upsides that could come of it. Then I talked about a possible theory of creating robots, something that had been a rumor around the internet.
When I was finished, I leaned back in my chair and tapped my pencil to my chin as I read it. Smiling, I handed it over to Trace who took it and read it. I watched his eyes scroll back and forth on the papers before looking up and grinning at me.
"This is cool, even though I don't understand any of it."
My smiled grew wider, "You don't have to, just the college I decide to go to."
He nodded at that. "Well, homework's done. See you at later?" he said, getting up as the bell rang to go the the fourth and final class of the day.
I nodded, "After school."
The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day and I stood at my locker putting things away when Trace walked up and leaned against my neighbor's locker.
I smiled at him as I packed my school things in my backpack.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I replied back. Closing my locker and turning to him I said, "Let's go."
He nodded and we headed out to the school doors. As we got nearer, we noticed a few people here and there, like normal. And as we came in sight of the doors, we saw a huge group of athletic looking students talking to men in suits and black shades. I glanced over at Trace, confused.
I also noticed a few others around, probably just as curious as us.
My curiosity grew as a sleek black car drove up and parked. The door opened and a man in a white suit, black hair, a long face, and the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen stepped out. Behind him came an older man with white hair around his ears and a white beard and light blue eyes that hid behind circular glasses.
I gripped my bag's strap tighter and stared at them.
The man in the suit stepped forward and raised his hands for silence, which he got quickly.
He cleared his throat and began, "Attention High schoolers. I'm in the market for young people interested in serving their country, particularly buff or athletic students."
The kids who didn't follow that category snorted and walked away. Neither Trace or I were athletic, but we wanted to see what would happen.
Once most the kids had left, the man began again. "You may know me as Edward Grinn, owner of Grinn Inc."
Several of the athletes looked at each other confused and only me and a few others nodded in recognition. I tried to contain my excitement because Edward Grinn was my Idol when it came to technology.
He sighed. "To any of you who know, could you explain to the others our roll?"
I shook my head and raised my free hand.
Edward looked around the ground until he saw the one hand up. "Yes, you in the back."
Everyone turned to me and I felt their eyes. A few even murmured something about "Science geek". I ignored them.
"Grinn Inc. is one of the world's leading technology developers with scientist from around the globe working together. They have come up with different items, including the holo-graphic video gaming system and TV."
Edward nodded and I noticed a flicker of surprise cross his face. "Correct young lady. Considering your obvious intelligence with my company, are you an athlete?"
"No sir, unless you count the mind as a sport."
He nodded slowly before turning his gaze away from me to the other students around him. "But I didn't come to talk about my company, I came to ask any of you fine students if you'd like the opportunity of a lifetime."
"What kind of opportunity?"
"A new program that requires people such as yourself."
The grounds were silent for a second before kids started talking to themselves and nodding. "Yes!" someone shouted.
Edward smiled, and it reminded me of some sort of predator. I looked over at Trace and saw both confusion and fear, just what I was feeling.
Then there was a honk and big buses drove up, each had a man in suit driving. Edward gestured up, "Those of you who want to take place in this program will get on this bus and we will take you to the facility."
The eager laughing kids started up the stairs and into the buses, all athletes.
I watched with Trace at the back of the crowd, thinking something was wrong. I could tell Trace felt the same way, but he didn't seem to know what to do. Neither did I for that matter.
All of a sudden, I saw a white shape weaving through the crowd of people and I felt a lump rise in my throat.
Then I as the person came closer, I realized it was the scientist man. He came up to me and stopped.
"Are you the one who knows about the company?" he asked, his voice was soothing yet stern at the same time.
I nodded. "Yes sir."
The scientist chuckled. "Please, no need to call me that. My name is Dr. George Kimper."
I smiled in response and stuck out my hand. "Kira Whyte."
A return smile. "Well, I came to ask you if you'd like to join me?"
"I'm not sure I want to go. I mean, I've always dreamed of seeing Grinn Inc. But I don't know if it's wise to go with the group."
Dr. Kimper nodded, looking back at the buses. "I agree. You can come with me if you like."
"I don't know you."
"You're right," he said, sighing. "I would tell you, but I'm afraid that if we talk, it should be in private." He made a meaningful glance at Trace and I nodded.
I turned to Trace. "Can we talk later on the holo-phone?"
Trace looked at me and nodded before turning away. He cast an anxious glance at Dr. Kimper, but left anyway.
Turing back to the scientist, I said, "I'm ready."
He looked around before shaking his head. "In the car. I'll get a spare one, I'm not sure it would be safe with Mr. Grinn."
I frowned and as if on que, Edward started toward us. He stopped when he reached us.
"You done talking to that student Doctor?" he asked.
Dr. Kimper turned to face the man.
"Actually, I'd like to bring her along, I think she has potential, maybe as an employee."
Edward Grinn looked me up and down before snorting, "as long as she does the job well. Let's go."
"If you don't mind, I think we should travel alone so I can explain the details."
He paused for a second, considering the proposal. Finally he nodded. "Fine, just so long as you get to the company building on time with out any trouble."
"Oh, there won't be any."
Edward snorted again and then walked back to his fancy black car. I watched him and the buses drive away as Dr. Kimper called for a car.
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