I'm abandoning my diary idea. I'm probably going to end up abandoning this one, too, but I really don't care. The girl's name is Amaria. It's maybe a hundred or so years in the future. Enjoy.
It just didn't seem fair that if you weren't living in such pitiful conditions that you lived under a bush and went without food for days, you drove a glossy black limosine, lived in a mansion, and was overweight. That's why I joined the Thieves' Guild.
"Okay, Amaria," Tom said. "Your first mission is going to be stealing a book from the library."
"Stealing a book? That's it?" I had thought that the Thieves' Guild stole things of more use than books, but...
"It's your first mission, and we don't want to make you do anything too dangerous. We aren't like your everyday criminals. Not only do we sneak, but we also blend. We're a team of genetically enhanced criminals," Sallie explained.
I rubbed my arm, where the scar from my operation still lingered. Right. We were super-soldiers. Jarred had made us like that, made us so good that no one had a prayer of beating us.
"So what's this telltale book I'm supposed to steal?" I asked, flicking the switch on my insanely fast hoverboard. It instantly snapped up to knee level, and I stepped onto it.
"You're not using that," Sallie sighed. "You're using this." She tossed me a classic, slow hoverboard. It was the type that students used when they traveled around the university.
I flicked the off switch and grabbed the classic hoverboard, which was usually referred to as the CH. These things weren't solar powered- it was pretty annoying, with the whole the-battery-might-run-out thing. Ugh.
"By the way, Amaria, you need to change into these," Sallie added. She tossed a miniskirt and sleeveless dark red top at me.
"Fashion has certainly taken a dip, hasn't is?" I said dryly as I carried the clothes into the woods and away from Tom's sight.
When I was finished changing, Sallie put my long midnight-black hair into a ponytail. She fluffed it until it looked like I just rolled out of bed. The newest stile.
"Get the Updated Weather Record," Tom called as I rode the stupidly slow CH toward the university.
"Make yourself look clumsier," Sallie yelled just before I rounded a turn. I shifted my weight to one foot and felt the CH respond by tipping awkwardly to one side.
The Updated Weather Record? What in the world?
"Okay, Amaria," Tom said. "Your first mission is going to be stealing a book from the library."
"Stealing a book? That's it?" I had thought that the Thieves' Guild stole things of more use than books, but...
"It's your first mission, and we don't want to make you do anything too dangerous. We aren't like your everyday criminals. Not only do we sneak, but we also blend. We're a team of genetically enhanced criminals," Sallie explained.
I rubbed my arm, where the scar from my operation still lingered. Right. We were super-soldiers. Jarred had made us like that, made us so good that no one had a prayer of beating us.
"So what's this telltale book I'm supposed to steal?" I asked, flicking the switch on my insanely fast hoverboard. It instantly snapped up to knee level, and I stepped onto it.
"You're not using that," Sallie sighed. "You're using this." She tossed me a classic, slow hoverboard. It was the type that students used when they traveled around the university.
I flicked the off switch and grabbed the classic hoverboard, which was usually referred to as the CH. These things weren't solar powered- it was pretty annoying, with the whole the-battery-might-run-out thing. Ugh.
"By the way, Amaria, you need to change into these," Sallie added. She tossed a miniskirt and sleeveless dark red top at me.
"Fashion has certainly taken a dip, hasn't is?" I said dryly as I carried the clothes into the woods and away from Tom's sight.
When I was finished changing, Sallie put my long midnight-black hair into a ponytail. She fluffed it until it looked like I just rolled out of bed. The newest stile.
"Get the Updated Weather Record," Tom called as I rode the stupidly slow CH toward the university.
"Make yourself look clumsier," Sallie yelled just before I rounded a turn. I shifted my weight to one foot and felt the CH respond by tipping awkwardly to one side.
The Updated Weather Record? What in the world?
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