thunder and lightning '1'

_{If anyone asked me how I would feel if I died today,
I would've said "I would've died happy and content."
But, in the back of my head, a voice would've muttered But this isn't a time for lies.}

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He was a boy, and I was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious than that? He was a dancer, I was a genius with a straight-A report card. I typically lived in my own world, with friends whose connections were almost non-existent that I usually say I don't have any. He was a social butterfly, a smile on his face constantly. It makes me sick that even I fell for his stupid trap.

He's not a monster, he's a kid. He's 14, almost 15. He's 354 days older than I am, and we're in the same year. He's a junior, I'm a junior. The only connection I have with him was when we were freshmen. We were in the same section, hit it off easily. I, however, did the unthinkable, I fell for him.

Soon we broke apart, and now I'm back to being the girl sitting in the bleachers, eyes on a book with her head in the clouds. No one calls me a freak, no one calls me a saint, I'm nobody. A wallflower, if you will. I look up, and the sky was turning to gray. I close my book and put it in my bag. I slung the strap on my shoulder and ran back to the school building before the rain could fall.

My flats are the only sounds in the hall as they meet with the stone-cold floor. The first four floors have been abandoned, mainly because the school's been extended to skyscraper-level the past few decades.

Oh? Haven't I told you that detail yet? it's the year 2111, but almost everything's the same. Well, same from the p-o-v of a history book. Teachers (but we call them Instructors) still shout at students (or scholar, when they get especially cross), the school is still more underfunded than the others, same old, same old.

I take one of the lesser-used elevators and press the floor '14' when I entered. The metal box makes a low humming sound for a few seconds, then it dings as a sign that its reached the destination. Cold air whooshes as the doors slide open, revealing the lush fake-grass court that is the new Quadrangle A, though some affectionately refer to it as Quad Tech. Sometimes, when the temperature gets too high, it spits out a swimming pool.

Yes, we call this underfunded. Just quoting our instructors' words.

Some people were sitting in the amphitheater-type seats, some playing instruments and some doing god-knows-what. It's almost like a 'Meet The Robinsons' type feel to it. It's sad, though, when I ask someone if they know that movie, they'll say "Who's the Robinsons? The inventor of the self-flipping frying pan?"

Society killed the movie goer, and everyone else from the looks of it.

I feel out of place, like the bubble of oil in the sea of saltwater. There were people dancing to some old song, called 'Naturally' by some girl called 'Selena Gomez' and her band 'The Scene'. They're a dance troupe, and once a year all the other people from the same year level have this dance performance. Sometimes sections get split up, sometimes they don't. There's always a theme, this year it's 'Retro'.

Though I feel like they've gone back a bit too far. From what I've read, retro is usually defined as objects from half-a-century ago, not almost-a-century. Oh well, can't really blame the old codgers of their traditions and such. It's just human nature, after all.

I walk over the grass feeling the silicon substitute crush beneath my feet, and sit just a few meters away from the glass amphitheater seats, seeming to be floating on air. I look up, seeing the substitute sky and sun and clouds, but I know they're just class screen projecting the 'perfect' weather, it was really raining outside. But I seemed to the be the only one who took the time to go out when there's free time. They don't call me the weather forecaster for nothing.

Then I heard a sudden blast of music, my ears twitching when I did. There was a metal disc right beside me, and was bringing the vibrations to my head, making my ears hurt. Out of instinct, I cringe away, stepping backwards. I didn't know there was a rock in the way, and stumbled. I closed my eyes for the incoming impact and iron smell, but it never came when someone held on to my waist, their hands on mine.

I opened my eyes, and saw the light brown swirling above me. Just my luck.

"Hi," I said, slightly breathless.

"Hello," he replied, helping my regain my balance, then releasing his grip. He gave me a half-smile, then dusted off his clothes. He started walking back to his dancing group.

"Thanks," I said, and he mouthed 'no problem' as he fluidly joined in the synchronized dancing group. I turn my back, and started walking away, a trail of my dignity left behind.

Oh great, here we go again.