Fearless

Chapter 1:

My eyes open and I see the dirty ceiling of our house. Strange... I never thought about how this almost broken thatched ceiling could fall upon me. "Drake!" somebody shouts and I look towards the door. I see my mother who is as always trying to look her best but she can't hide the dark circles which cover the bed portion of her eyes.

"It's 1st of the very third month of the year!" she says with a fake pleasant smile she tries to show.

"Mom! It's no big deal, in fact it's a tribute from the higher society to show how generous they can be to us," giving her a sarcastic look. I mean it's shocking to see how we have a delighted look, to see how happy we are to get around such scarce amount of food. It's difficult to make it last after all how can we survive for three months. Luckily my family is preservative, though we have food really less. Sometimes in scarcity we even skip out lunch and dinner.

I am pretty sure that the higher society does not have a strong willpower like ours.

"Why didn't you leave yet?" I ask.

"We were waiting for you," she says. I'm perplexed.

"Me?"

"Why me?" I ask, "I mean you know I don't like this day!" I exclaim.

"You are seventeen now and Drake you need to learn your responsibilities," she says with a tolerant shrug of the shoulders. I don't like being there, seeing the worst day, We aren't slaves of anybody and if they think so, I will revolt.

***

My parents are pretty sure I'll bring on this generation of slavery but I won't. I had planned years ago of how I will go against them but was afraid that they would harm my family and I know that if I go down to the center, I will do something we are restricted to.

"So are you coming?" she asks.

I see her face, it shows her modesty and her efforts laid down only and only for me. I look at her and smile, "Yes!" I say. I wear my jacket and put on a cap and head down.

There isn't much of the area we live in. It's like a playground surrounded by barricades, I wonder why. Two layers of it, in fact. The first has gates in the north and south direction both which we lock at nights while the outer one isn't much in our control. It's locked almost entire year from the outside by the higher society members. So we live in the enclosed area, not very small actually but yeah small. There are three small apartments inside-six storey each;

Apartment A- it's filled with those who are mentally ill, maybe because they have gone through tough times in life, at least that's what I think.

Apartment B- it has the working people- who work in the mining centre just outside the first barricade. It's the one.. which I live in however I don't work, my parents do. I would've worked if I were eighteen but I'm still seventeen.

Then we have Apartment C- They are the ones linked to the higher society than to the society they belong to. I don't know why the higher society doesn't let them stay with them. They are quite the pinheads or worthless I'd say, none of them work and they aren't mentally disordered too. Plus they get better food than what we receive. It's like they aren't like us but like them though I'd swear there life isn't anything better than bad. It's just that it's not the worst like ours. There aren't lifts. We luckily live on the second floor, I pity the old ones who live on the fifth and sixth floors. The stairs are in the same condition like ours; cranky and sick. Some of them don't even come out of their houses because of extreme weakness.