“Mommy, where exactly are we going on holiday?” She said to her mother, who sits on the chair next to her staring blankly, tassels of brown hair escaping from her bun. Saiko didn't understand why her mother looked so sad she just guessed that she was getting plane sick. Getting no response from her mother she unclipped her belt and went off searching for her father, maybe she could get some hints from him. “Don’t go too far…” Her mother whispered as Saiko went walking down the plane. She had figured that her father would be in that board room she had seen earlier when they boarded.
She happily swings her arms from side to side, her long caramel hair swaying past her shoulders. She noticed that people that she went by gave her a grave impression, but she quickly dismissed that there was something wrong with how she looked. Maybe everyone is getting plane sick? Must be used to cruising I guess… She thought to herself as she came to the end of the plane. Standing in front of the door, is a big tall man with a suit on and sunglasses even though is no sunlight on the plane which Saiko thought was strange. “Excuse me Mister? Can I go in?” She said happily. The guard, wondering where the voice came from looks down at her and retains his neutral expression before stepping to the side. Even opening the door for her, letting her step inside a dark room with only a single light in the center. As she stepped inside, the door quietly closed behind her. Changing her mood from happy, she quickly became shy and quiet. In the center of the room, standing around the illuminated table were a group of men in suits engaging in a heated discussion. Similar to what Saiko had heard her mother and father saying at their home. She can’t really understand the big words that they are using but she does recognize her city, “It is too late to evacuate Okinawa now! We have no choice but to pray they get down south for extraction.” Says a man that Saiko recognizes as her father, with his graying brown hair and clean black suit. Although he looks tired and stressed, he must need that vacation bad then she thought to herself. “By then the extraction fleet would of left! We can’t leave those people to die!” One man says, he is old and grey with many scars on his face. Also he is the only one without a suit, instead he wears clothing like on the army anime Saiko watches Saiko coughs to make her presence known, which instantly seems like a bad idea as she is met by a mix of sad and angry faces. “Saiko! Why aren't you with your mother?” Her father says as he steps out from the table and walks to her, going on his knees. “I came…to ask where were we going to take a vacation?” She says, suddenly going shy. Almost in an instant the scary man from earlier steps out from the table and points at me while yelling at her father, “You haven’t told your daughter what is going on haven’t you!?” Retreating behind her fathers legs who is now standing she pokes her head out from her shelter. “She is a little girl she wouldn’t understand!” Her father says, a hint of regret in his voice. The scary man shakes his head, and points at her defensive father, “One day you are going to live with her finding out that you left everyone she knew to die!”
Morning
Just another dream... She thinks to herself, sitting up in her bed, sweating from either the heat or her dream or even both. She flomps back into her mattress and sighs. Her orange hair spread out on the white silk pillows. Her fair skin feels like it is clinging to her thick blankets atop her bed. Her bedroom is like any teenage girls, posters of her idols sprawled on every inch of her walls, clothes trailing from her walk-in closet. The smell of expensive perfume lingers in the air, as well the deafening sound of her alarm clock suddenly beeping itself to death. She jumps in fright from the sudden noise, getting her legs tangled in the sheets, falling face first into the carpet below. "ow..." she groans, reaching out her hand, trying to find her alarm. Finding the thin yet sleek piece of metal that is her alarm clock she turns the alarm off. Filling the room with a much need silence Saiko unravels herself from her deadly trap made from cotton and stands up on her two feet. With her hand over her mouth she gives out a giant yawn stretching her back at the same time.
She walks over to her window, the light fighting to enter the room, and pulls back the curtains almost being blinded by the light. Stepping out onto her balcony she sees the immersive cityscape before her, skyscrapers standing side by side in pristine white against the sky. New Haven, the place of wonder and dreams lies before her. Yet when she looks down she doesn't see a place of wonder. Known as the Ground-Level Slums the place is where the poor and evil reside, where gangs freely harass shopkeepers and people starve everyday. All one can see from here is smog and metal, rusted and dirty metal. It is kind of sad to think that those below her are literally below her. If only there was a way that she could reach out and help them, but her father wouldn't have it. He believes that he didn't bring us here for me to get a disease and die. She turns her gaze to the grounds of the Academy, which lies on the edge of the city. The Academy is a school for everyone in the city, the two tall buildings that connect at the top floor is where she attends. She would like to think herself important being the Student Council President and everything but in the end she doesn't care what people think of her. Everyone who can afford the entrance fee is allowed to attend no matter where you live or what family you come from. Saiko liked this, she would take those who were bullied under her wing and lead them from their sad lives.
Turning from her balcony she walks back into her room. Striding over to her walk-in, a black and gold room that has mirrors where there isn't clothes, shoes or cosmetics. She rummages through the nearest clothing rack for her school uniform, a white button shirt and black skirt. Spotting her outfit in between two dresses she snags the hanger and sits it on the square ottoman sitting in the middle. She quickly strips her pajama top and pants and gets dressed into her uniform. Putting a lemon colored sweater over her shirt. Grabbing her black hairbrush she quickly begins to stroke at her tassels until her hair begins to form up. Stepping in front of the nearest mirror she adjusts the minor strands out of place. Standing triumphantly in her uniform she waves her hair from left to right, surprisingly it looks like she just had her hair styled. Shuffling over the dressing table she grabs a random bottle of perfume and sprays away, ending up smelling like a bunch of strawberries. She steps out of the walk-in and heads for the door, now she needs to get the most important thing of the day; FOOD. Then she will take the monorail to Academy and start a brand new day of high school.