As I headed out, I noticed that Alyson followed me.
”What’s up girl? Don’t you have a bajillion friends to hang out with?”
Aly looked a bit irritated…
”No, I don’t have any friends. In fact, I only have a few friends here.”
I apologised, then she responded…
”You need to work on your social skills a little. Anyway, do you have anything to do?”
” No, I don’t have anything to do. In fact, I really don’t know what to do other than to get food from the cafeteria.”
”Then we gotta hurry before the good stuff’s taken!”
I had no clue of what the fuck she meant by this until we saw the obscene amount of students in line for the Cafeteria and the Snack Bar.
”Wow, now I see what you mean.”
Aly glanced at me and put her hands to her hips and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone…
”Yep, especially because of the influx of Hybrin students after the new integration acts passed.”
After about ten minutes, the bell rang before we were able to get any food. I guess we’re friends now at this point. I pulled out my schedule and saw my next class on the small pink piece of paper, I had U.S. History next.
”Well then, I’m off to history.”
Aly smiled…
”I have Art next, see you at lunch!”
I waved goodbye to Aly and headed to History. By far, History was my least favorite class. The teacher always babies the Hybrin students even if they did something wrong. The other students get decent grades and got held accountable for breaking the rules while the Hybrin got the opposite along with perfect grades. And during the
lesson, the teacher leaves out certain details of certain historical events…
“African Americans and Hybrin suffered for the longest time under the fist of white-skinned Humans.”
That was when I stood up and raised my hand…
“Yes, Ronan?”
”The two mentioned races were not the only ones who suffered, why didn’t you mention the white people who stood with the Hybron and Africans? Plus, every race had to suffer slavery at some point, even the Europeans and Irish were not safe-”
“Ronan, you’re getting off task!”
The whole class stared at me, they looked a bit surprised that I have corrected the teacher on my first day.And honestly, I’m a bit surprised myself…that I did not suffer a panic attack. I mean, would you feel uncomfortable if someone stares at you? Try an entire classroom.
I simply stared at the clock to distract myself…
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*BEEEEEEEEEP!!*
The bell finally rang for lunch. As I hurried out of the classroom, I thought about Aly. She was so kind to me, but corrects me when needed….Oh no, am I starting to have a *crush* on her!?
”Hey! Wait up!”
I turned around to see her rushing towards me, she took a second to catch her breath. She then glanced at me and said…
”I know this may seem a bit rash but, your cheeks are red.”
Fuck, I’m blushing too!?
” Uh, don’t mind that, where do you want to hang out?”
Aly once again smiled, goes to show how bright her personality is. Most other girls I’ve met have either ditched me or took advantage of me. But her…she’s different.
“We’ll worry about that…after we get our food! Last one to the Cafeteria is a rotten egg!”
Oh, it’s on!
Students began oozing out of the buildings to make way for the lunch line. As we were racing to the lunch line, I’ve noticed that I’ve had a great running speed but a smaller amount of stamina. Aly was slower than me, but she managed to beat me to the Cafeteria. Aly laughed…
“And…I beat you by five seconds!”
I was catching my breath, people were staring at us because of our little race. The line may have been a lot smaller since we ran here, but it was still a bit crowded. We got our food and walked out of the cafeteria. I turned to face Aly…
“I need to tell you something, can we go to a place where nobody else can hear us?”
Aly gave me a suspicious look…
“Don’t even think about it, I’m taken.”
A bolt of lightning shot up my spine…
“No, No, that’s not what I meant! It’s something else, it’s about my past.”
She followed me behind one of the classroom buildings, we sat down and I opened the conversation…
“Aly, since I know you might have heard the story about Ronald Hawethorne adopting me…how much have you heard?”
Aly thought for a moment…
“The news report said how you were to be sent to the foster system due to your parents dying during an armed robbery.”
Anger bubbled within me, so the media corporations lied about the incident…
“What’s wrong, you look angry…”
I may as well fill her in…
“Okay then, you didn’t hear the entire whole story. In fact, that’s not the case at all. What I’m about to tell you is upsetting, do you want to know? It’s your choice.”
Aly nodded, she looked indeed curious…
“Now that I think about it Ronan, I’ve never heard much about your parents.”
“Well, to start with, my parents were murdered right before my eyes. A gang of preaching psychos who were members of the Sapienists broke into my home, presumably after I was discovered to be a Hybron. In retaliation, I used a revolver that was given as an early birthday gift…I shot the intruders. Those bastards tried to fucking comfort me after they shot my parents.”
”I..I..don’t know what to say…I hope you got out unharmed…”
After telling her the rest of the story, she was shocked…
“This is a lot to take in, Ronan.”
“After what happened in Death Row, I often questioned the integrity of the law. It seems that laws don’t care for what isn’t specified. They are simply rules written in a colossal book. It didn’t matter if a child was condemned to the gurney, as long as Hybrin weren’t included in the law. Justice is not just the act of carrying out the law, it is also morality. The law is merely what is included in the rulebook.”
Aly looked shaken…
“It makes sense, I feel faithless.”
“I know, truth hurts, but that’s how they want you to think. They may think they are untouchable due to fame, riches, and power… but that is all a delusion. They’re people like us. Even now, after several protections are passed as laws, I don’t think we’re out of the woods yet. The extremists could still be out there, making moves as we speak.”
Aly spoke up…
“What can we do?”
“The best thing we can do is to be aware, ready for what they may try…at least.”
“Ronan, wanna meet me and Brock after school?”
“Who’s Brock?”
“My boyfriend.”
“Oh, okay…”
“See ya!”
The bell rang, we went back to our classes.
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