"Perfect" town

His words hit me like a train. They felt heavy on my chest, like they weren't suppose to be spoken, yet I knew it.
I hug him. He feels stiff, tense, stressed? that is what it is, he is stressed. I know he wants out

I could rebel. couldn't i? I would be able to save lives. Innocent peoples lives.

The dome would be destroyed. The council will be gone.

I will lead the rebellion.

I will.

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1. chapter 1

Hi, my name is April Jones. I am fourteen years of age, and i live in a town known as "perfect town"

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It is a town where the grassed is mowed daily, and afterwards, spray painted white.

Weird right?

It matches everything else inside the dome. White, plain, boring, ugly.

There is no such thing as mud in this town, it is an unspoken myth here. Kinda like imperfect city. But they are on the same island.

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Here, in perfect town, everything is white. It has been for several years now. Ever since the council members changed the rules. The only things that are colors are men's work shoes, ties, and women's work skirts. And those things are black.

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School uniforms are white. And they consist of white t-shirts, pants, and tennis shoes. If we get cold, we have to put on a white jacket. If girls get hot, we have to put our hair up in a white hair tie.

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At home, every piece of furniture is white. Couches, tables, lamps, carpets, floors, and everything else.

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Brothers and sisters have to be nice to each other, otherwise, we have to stay a night in imperfect prison. At least, there, they have color. I know this because frankly, I'm a badass.

We do as we are told, without complaint. Let's just say, i hate it here, and I WANT OUT!!!

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My brother and i are actually really close. He is like my best friend. His name is Jacob. He has brown tousled hair and sky blue eyes like mine.

Its a shame that we have to hide them with brown colored contacts. Everyone here has to look alike. I refuse to let anyone die my hair brown. I love my hair blonde. It separates me from everyone else.

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The council are keeping a close eye on me now. Because i break the rules, a lot! But it is like they sense something in me that i yet have discovered. Or maybe they just want to kill me, and they are looking for a reason to.

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I wish that they would get on with something already. I hate being stalked. Especially if it is by them. i could be hung!

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"Knock knock!" Jacob says before entering my room. I look at him, then back to facing the window. I'm staring at the dome. It is a transparent bowl, that covers us. It doesn't let anything in, and absolutely NOTHING out.

"What do you suggest is out there?" I ask desperately for anything that could indicate and answer from him. But he didn't know as well as me. "I dunno, freedom, hope, color, and also chaos," he shrugs but telling the whole truth. He sits down on my bed that slowly indents to his weight.

His features match my dads. Square face, dark circles under his eyes -probably from the loss of sleep-, and a turned up nose. He also has the same jawline as him.

He is quite handsome, if he didn't look so worn out and tired. "You okay?" i ask walking over to sit next to him. "No, not really, i have to leave the house today. I can't afford to lose you. You have been there for me when no one else has. Not even mom and dad. April, you are my second half and i need you." He meant it more of a brother and sisterly way. He says it like its a bad thing though. I have always wanted to grow up and move away. I could finally find a way to escape from my mom and dads grip. I wanted to be treated like one. I act like one but I'm treated like a child.

My brother makes it seem like its a bad thing. Sure, i will miss him. But i could come and visit once a week. That is, if he doesn't move to far away.

"Well don't move to far away," i say lightly punching his shoulder. "I could come visit you often. you could fix me dinner!" I exclaim raising up my eyebrows. " I dunno sky, it's a lot to think about and its hard. I feel like I'm to young to grow up. I have to leave home today, and all i have managed to do is to pack everything and unpack it back." Sky is my nick name because of my eyes.

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"Well you are also choosing your job today. Do you know what you are going to choose?" i ask but as soon ask the words poured out of my mouth i instantly knew the answer.

"Oh, god. I haven't even thought of the jobs!" he says his face falling into his hands with frustration.

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"Well what are your choices?" I ask trying to help him.

"Umm...," he says trying to think. "Scientist, guard for the gate to the dome, trainer for fitness, and control room. " He tells me.

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I think Jacob would be a fantastic scientist. He is really smart. a straight A student at our tuff school. He reads a science book for fun, so you would think he would know how to get out of this dome by now. With physics or somthing, But i don't think they mention something like that in the book.

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"Well, consider your pro's and con's for each job. Consider your options and think about which one you will enjoy more and where each one is stationed at," i say winking at him to get the hint that i wanted him to be close.

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"remember, this is a life time job and it has to be enjoyable, and close" i say giving him another wink and a sympathy smile. " Yea, you are right... I think i know what I'm going to do," he says getting off my bed. "Good," i say standing up next. We hug and he pulls away. "You might want to go hop in the shower," he says checking his watch. "It's 6:28 i nod at him as if telling him thanks, before he leaves the room.

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I piles of my outfit for the day... the plain white clothes, and head straight for the bathroom.

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When i but the door and turn the lock, i grab a towel and washcloth out of the bathroom closet, which were also white.

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I turned the faucet and let the shower water run until it gets warm enough for me to handle.

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I strip down to my bare skin, folding my clothes as i do.

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I step into the shower. The water burns as it rolls down my back, and back down into the shower drain.

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*flashback*

"Mommy, where are we going?" i ask as my mom runs around frantically, throwing stuff into her suitcase through several paces at a time. She doesn't answer me just continues as she is. She keeps repeating, " we got to get out," over and over again.

All of a sudden, Jacob walks into the room wide eyed. "Whats going on April?" He asks i shrug my shoulders because i really don't know what is going on. Mommy is going crazy. I am four and and Jacob is 7.

"Mommy!" i scream. She just continues to pack. " Go pack your things... both of you!" she yells pointing at us with a wild look in her eyes.

Its something that i haven't seen in her eyes before. But i recognize it. Even at such a young age. It is fear and worry.

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Jacob and i give each other a look before scurrying to our rooms to pack.

*end of flashback*

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______________________________ hey guys. I hope you liked it. Tell me what you think!!!!! Vote comment rate!! Do what ever but please no hate!

~pay

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