The Protector - Chapter 1, A Last Good-bye

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. The clock on the wall was soo loud, it was amazing anyone could concentrate. It was a reminder of how little time we had left. The scratching of pens on paper could be heard all around me. At the same time there was enough silence to hear a rat nibbling on some cheese in a hole in the next 1classroom.
I was sitting in the second row, third column of a cramped little classroom in the oldest room in 2Town. The 35 of us all had seperate desks. Needless to say, there wasnt enough space in the classroom to swing a rattlesnake. If you wanted to swing a rattlesnake. The usual silence seemed to have died down. It was the day of out Segregation exams. This exam gave us the rest of our lives. Not for me. But for the other students, it's kinda a big deal. Depending on the score the kid gets in this exam, we're shipped off to an institute run by the same people, where we'd graduate and get a 3low, meaningless job. If you were lucky, your friends would be shipped off with you. But most students of the Lady Drowns' Institute for 4Parentally Challenged Children weren't lucky. All parentally challenged children had to go through this system. But despite the schools strange, not to mention depressing, name and...um...shipping-habits, it was a normal school, for normal children. And "normal" was something I was not. But had to pretend to be. For the time being.... Like I was saying. Me. Not normal. I'm a protector.
I looked down at my question paper.
"Name the places to which Town imports sugar." I was coming up blank.
After spending a few minutes fusing over this question I wrote down, "Never-Never Land, Olympus, The Himalayas, Satellite City and Davy Jones' Locker." Hey, I wasn't getting anywhere with this. Might as well have some fun with it.
And that's when the trouble began.
"Excuse me. We're looking for a Miss Gia Zethyr."
I froze.
A bead of sweat ran down my fac. Strange. I never sweat.
I didn't look up. Not yet.
My teachers voice wafted through the silence. "Um, yes. She's over-over there."
She raised a quivering finger in my direction. Then i looked up.



1.It's the only analogy i could think of at the time. My apologies.
2.Town is an actually place. This is assuming you're not reading this in my time. Town is the name of a city that used to be a town. I know. Confusing.
3.A system which I heartily agree with. All the jobs have long hours and low wages. No one needed any skills. A good thing too, 'cause no one in my school has any. Heck, no one in my century has any.
4. Parentally challenged children doesn't just mean kids with no parents. It means kids with parents with serious problems as well. Orphans, drug/alcohol addicted parents, runaways. You name it, we got it.
TO BE CONTINUED