Rated M For:
-Harsh Profanity, Intense Violence, Explicit Sexual Content
and Extensive Drug Use-
Some days, Vi could handle herself in school, being a good girl, and doing what she was told; trying to learn what she could for her job that she already worked during the weekends. However, this week was certianly not one of them. She had a light bruise on the side of her cheek bone from where she had tripped, people pissed her off more than usual, and once again, she got caught for not listening to her hearing monitor during the night.
If only these Thinkers would realize that she's never going to wear that dreaded peice of controling techtricty again.
But that was silly on it's own - they knew this, but that didn't keep them from creating her own personal Thinker, who was on her thoughts basically 24/7, now that she had even more vulger thoughts about this whole rotten situation. The only thing that kept her running this week, was knowing she'd see Zenn Saturday night, which was a huge deal. Typically they keep females and males seperate, especially during lunchs, or any other open gatherings of crazy teenagers. Normally, these young adults wouldn't dream about breaking rules, but now that Vi seems to have to care in the world about it, they're afriad it may catch on. So far, Vi seems to be the only one psycotic enough to even dream of thinking for herself.
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But here it was; Saturday eveaning, and it was minutes away from the time that Zenn and her had made plans to meet each other in the park. A light breeze tickled her nose as a few loose strands of hair brushed against her skin. The rest of the feel of it was lost against her tightly knit cotton long-sleeved beige shirt, and baggy, black sweatpants. However, now that the Sun wasn't as thretining as it was setting, her hat was in her hands, instead of on her head, like it should be. Her hair was up in a messy bun, quick to hide her hair and face, just in case a Greenie, or Thinker decided to do survalliance around the park.
Vi had made it to their spot; under a cherry blossom. Of course, there was more behind it than a pretty pink tree. When they were younger, the two were playing around in the park, being fully supurvised of course, but what could two eight year olds have in mind, anyways? Vi had stolen her fathers pocket knife, which was very dangrous, and Zenn had carved only their first name initials in diaginals. When Vi had asked why he didn't add anything else, like what many older people who loved each other did, he simply said: Because that's so ordinary, and that's something we are not. The words didn't mean much back then, but as Vi stroked the two loosely carved, messy initials that were rooted into the bark forever, it ment her whole life of beliefes, and choices. Back then, Zenn was the only boy in her life who didn't have cooties, and now? Zenn was the only person in her life she could fully trust. Tell anything to. Open her soul, and not worry about any judging. They were best friends, yet so much more than that. Besides her own little sister, Zenn was the only person she loved anymore.