Author: Dreamgirl32 PM
My summary won't fitRated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,574 - Updated: 01-05-13 - Published: 12-28-12 - id: 3086833
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Six AM. Jennifer Nostry always rose at Six AM precisely every day. Even on the weekends when she was permitted an extra two hours of sleep, that was a bit of an n\annoyance for her as she always found herself having to lay awake in bed for two whole hours before being allowed to get ready for the day.
Fortunately, today was no such day and there were things to be done and tasks to be accomplished. First came the task of dress for the day, this was simple enough as all schools provided a proper uniform as to avoid wasting time with choosing an attire every morning.
Jennifer had once heard a story of how, so long ago, girls would spend whole minutes on what to wear. Whole minutes? Gone from your life? Why would you ever waste time on such a stupid thing, Jennifer wondered.
Next came personal hygiene, and breakfast. Jennifer's time spent in the bathroom was limited to that of three minutes at maximum. She was proud to say she was efficient enough to always make it out in time. Breakfast was oatmeal; of course, it had been every Friday of her life. Jennifer's parents were not at home, they had left for work already and their only daughter was trusted to care to herself every morning. And why should she not be? Every child over the age of thirteen took care of their own duties in the morning.
As she ate, Jennifer watched the morning update broadcasted on her phone. The morning update, as opposed to the news, brought about words of encouragement to start the day. And of course, everyone watched it. In addition, the update told everyone the weather, their recommended adjustments, and word of any rebellious forces from the underground movement.
Jennifer hated the underground.
Who did they think they were? Talking of breaking the routine of society like they did? Couldn't those fools see what glorious benefits came with the routine? Everyone always knew what was expected of them. What they had do to, What they had to wear, what they had to eat. That's how society functioned in this modern era. Everything is decided for you from the moment you are born. From the job you will do to what you will name your children and how many children you will have. But if those cursed underground rodents whished to stay in their dark, barbaric ways of in efficiency and chaos, let them.
Jennifer, at the least, would never admit such a blemish on her soul.