forum New York City, 3057 / OPEN

Started June 09, 2018 by @Natasha

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I decided I would climb out of the window, but thinking about it now, it was a terrible idea. My foot slipped at the last inches and the next thing I remember is me, laying on my back, like a dying turtle. Of course, mom heard me and she ran outside, so now I sat the table trying to explain why I wanted to flee. "I don't wanna go there!" I screamed. "You don't have to, but it would be a good thing, just try thinking about it as an adventure, you always wanted an adventure." she tried her best, but I was stubborn. "No, not that kind of adventure!" mom sighed. "Ileia, please, I only want your best!" "Well, then let me go!" mom had this look in her eyes, she was clearly disappointed in me, for not understanding her point. I let out a frustrated scream and stormed back in my room.

Myah took a deep breath as she stared at the nearly-finished helicarrier-school-S.R.Y.A.D. base–whatever-it-was-called. Her father walked over with a man whose brown mullet hair was slicked back with wwwaaaaaaayyyyyyy too much hair gel. His eyes reminded Myah of a sneaky snake,and he was wearing a really expensive dark green suit. She didn't like it. But nevertheless, she shook his hand politely when her dad introduced them. "Myah," Xavier began, "this is Mr. Nathair. He is overseeing the construction with Ms. Parvati, who is not here at the moment. But Ms. Parvati will be in charge of a lot of your training, as I have other jobs." Myah nodded.
"And what will Mr. Nathair do?" She asked inquisitively. Nathair put his hands behind his back and looked down at Myah.
"I will be overseeing the storage and stocks." He said smugly, like it was the greatest job in the entire world. Whatever. Myah gave a small nod and turned back to her father.
"And the rest of the teachers?"
"We're working that out right now. Follow me." Needless to say, Myah followed her father into yet another conference room. She'd seen more in the past week then she had ever thought possible.

I didn't talk to mom for the next two days, but when Mike visited I couldn't hold back anymore. He came into my room as if he owned it and it made me sick. To be honest, he wasn't exactly bad-looking, more of a normal guy. "Ileia, we'd like to talk to you." he said and all the anger I had swallowed the last days made it's way through my mouth (that sounds wrong). "Why? Because you want to get rid of me? I'm not a freak!" he seemed like he wanted to say something. *Don't deny it, I heard you talking about me as if I'm some sort of psychopath! I only want mom to be happy, but if you are what makes her happy, I gotta think about myself, Mike." I spat out the last word as if it was acid. He kept quiet and even looked hurt. He wasn't allowed to be hurt right now, it was my future he wanted to destroy! "Ileia, darling, just listen!" "Don't call me that!" "Whatever, just listen!" now he was angry. I didn't say anything. "You're not a freak, I'm sorry I ever said that, but you do have problems, you know that. This school" "Asylum." "School, could be good for you, think about it." "Don't you think I have done that already?! Don't you think I haven't been crying over this whole thing a million times?! Don't you dare tell me, I'm handling this immature because YOU'RE NOT THE ONE SUFFERING!" I screamed.

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(Sorry I'll reply now)
Myah walked into the gigantic glass-domed lobby of the finished Aerocarrier(I have no other name for it soooooo……yeah) with her dad. The lobby was about the size of two football fields. In the center there was a garden of sorts with a pond-type fountain in the center, and there was a balcony that wrapped around the whole glass-dome with stair cases that were literally floating. Myah raised her eyebrow. "Floating staircases?"
"Yeah. Cool, isn't it?"
"It's AMAZING." Myah said as she followed her dad.
"Each door that you see is spaced about thirty feet away from the next." He explained as Myah looked at the various high-tech doors that also wrapped around the room. "The doors on the second floor leads to the launch bay and control room and such. The doors down on the first floor lead to hallways of which the doors in said hallways will lead to certain rooms. For instance," He said as she and Myah stopped in front of one door that had a fingerprint recognition pad on the side, like all doors in the Aerocarrier, but above the pad was a sign that read Mess Hall.
"This door will lead you to a series of doors, which will lead you to five big kitchens, four dining halls, and a large open room at the end of the hall with a glass ceiling much like the lobby for star gazing or just a place to hang out."
After Myah had gotten a full tour from her father and they were back at home sitting in the kitchen. "So have you already sent out acceptance letters or whatever to the students that you accepted into the school?" She asked her father.
"I have. Which reminds me, here's yours." He said playfully, handing her a hologram letter. Myah laughed and accepted it.

"Ileia, please open the door." it was mom. She had been trying to talk to me for the last two days, but I didn't want to. After the outburst I had, talking to Mike, I just couldn't see both of them. "Ileia, please!" I remained silent. She slipped something under the door. "Read this at least." I think she left because I heard steps moving away from my door. At first, I didn't want to read whatever it was, but my worst and best trait is curiousity. It was a hologram letter. Even more, it was a acceptance letter for this place she wanted to send me to. I feeled like throwing up as I read it and when I finshed, I threw it across my room. Why was the government doing this? Of course, they made it sound wonderful, but I knew they were just going to imprison us or something. I knew, I could never run away from this fate, or what you'd call it, but I at least wanted to try. Of course, I knew there was something strange, yet fascinating about this thing I could do. Were they going to make tests? I sighed and picked the letter up again. Then I scrolled to the part where you had to sign in. I wasn't one to give up early but whatever. I signed the paper, where I had to and slipped it under my door again. And I think I heard mom laugh a few minutes later, so I knew she had found it.

Myah was standing in the lobby, waiting for all the students arrive so that she could give the speech she had promised her father she would make. She stared down at her uniform and the uniforms of the other students who had already arrived. The uniform was designed similarly to a wet suit, with the similar material. The sleeveless top, bottom, and feet/shoes were connected seamlessly together, the neckline fitting snugly at the base of the neck. The uniform was almost completely white, with the exception of a two-inch strip of color on the sides of the uniform. The colors differ to a persons' Skills Set. For Pilot - electric blue, Mechanic - purple, Medics - green, Spies/FBI - black, Scientist - red, and so on. The S.R.Y.A.D. insignia, an anchor over a lion inside a circle, was placed on the uniform over the heart. Then there was a jacket, designed to be used in hot and cold weather, with the same design as the uniform. Myah had tied the jacket around her waist and had brown, leather fingerless gloves on, and she had put her hair in a high and somewhat messy ponytail. She tapped her forearm as she caught her father's eye, who returned a smile and a thumbs up.

Mom had been crying when I drove away in the bus they had sent. I was still completely emotionless. We arrived at a huge building and I followed the others inside were we got our uniforms. Disgusting, they even take our individuality away. I had a black strip on the side, whatever that meant. I looked around. There were lots of teenagers, my age, but there was a girl in front od everyone. She looked like she waited for something. I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly I fell to the ground. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" a young girl, maybe 14 held out her hand to help me up. "You didn't see me? I was standing here the whole time!" she bit her lip. "Well, whatever, I'm fine, so." I hoped she'd go away, but she stayed. God, couldn't she see I wanted to be alone? "I'm Helena." she said. "Ileia." I muttered and turned around. Hopefully she'd get the message.

*of

Myah noticed that everyone seemed to be here. She cleared her throat and turned on the microphone on her communicator/earpiece. "I'm guessing that everyone's here? Okay, so I realize that many of you might have your reservations about coming here. It's weird, it's school," Some laughed at that. "and some of you might think that this place is government funded or whatever. It's not, by the way. But what you're going to be doing here is much more that 'school'. Welcome to S.R.Y.A.D., the Search and Rescue Young Adults Division. Here, your classes will be on leadership, how to use weapons correctly," She got yet another laugh. "how to diffuse bombs, and many other classes. And you will be putting your skills to use as well. The 'building' that you are currently standing in is a new design called an Aerocarrier. We are going to be the help that many people in the world need."

I was baffled. This was not what I had expected. It actually sounded kinda cool. I felt guilty for screaming at mom and Mike. I didn't believe that this wasn't government founded, but well, whatever. Wanting to know what else would happen, I listened closley.

After Myah had explained everything, she hopped off the stage as the new students started filing off to wherever their schedules put them. Some went to classrooms, others went to the mess hall to eat, others left for their rooms, others just milled around aimlessly, exploring their new home.