Page 3 guyssss! :D I felt happy while drawing this one- unlike when I usually draw people. *gasp* Ellie's secret reveled!
Page Three:
God, today cant possibly get any worse... I spilled food on my uniform during lunch- hardly being able to take it off because of teachers; I failed a test in math- a big one that will take a huge percentage of my grade; I got humiliated by Hailey- super 'popular' and cant stand anyone besides her little circle of snobs; and now I made myself look like a complete looser in front of Steven... not that I care about my social rating- but its still degrading to my tolerance for the world.
I sigh and dry off my hands and toss the towel into the automated hamper- which spits out the towel I just threw in; now clean. I step in front of the mirror and stare at my reflection, messing around with the modes on my transit band. I set it to TP-50 (or transparent-50- which reduces my transparency by fifty percent) and stare at my half reflection, wishing I could just disappear from everything- but our transit bands can only take us to fifty-transparency and its only lasts for thirty seconds unless altered by an officer of the LLH (Live Life Happy). the LLH is the over-ruling government that sets our guide lines to living. though the rules are bogus and there are plenty of people who break them. I used to until my "streak-of-insanity" caused by my condition.
Speaking of which... I think and step away from the mirror while my level of transparency slowly digresses back to its original state. I lean against the wall and slump to the ground. I take a breath and brace myself for what I am about to do. slowly, I slide my transit band up my arm (it doesn't move much because they are meant to fit its owner and you aren't supposed to be able to take them off- but some people have smashed them off, and they typically get in trouble and are given new ones).
I inhale sharply at what I see. "No... not again. please- please just go away..." I fight back forming tears, and try to not look at my arm; quickly sliding the transit band back down. my condition isn't exactly a 'condition'; its more of a curse... and I am completely alone...
God, today cant possibly get any worse... I spilled food on my uniform during lunch- hardly being able to take it off because of teachers; I failed a test in math- a big one that will take a huge percentage of my grade; I got humiliated by Hailey- super 'popular' and cant stand anyone besides her little circle of snobs; and now I made myself look like a complete looser in front of Steven... not that I care about my social rating- but its still degrading to my tolerance for the world.
I sigh and dry off my hands and toss the towel into the automated hamper- which spits out the towel I just threw in; now clean. I step in front of the mirror and stare at my reflection, messing around with the modes on my transit band. I set it to TP-50 (or transparent-50- which reduces my transparency by fifty percent) and stare at my half reflection, wishing I could just disappear from everything- but our transit bands can only take us to fifty-transparency and its only lasts for thirty seconds unless altered by an officer of the LLH (Live Life Happy). the LLH is the over-ruling government that sets our guide lines to living. though the rules are bogus and there are plenty of people who break them. I used to until my "streak-of-insanity" caused by my condition.
Speaking of which... I think and step away from the mirror while my level of transparency slowly digresses back to its original state. I lean against the wall and slump to the ground. I take a breath and brace myself for what I am about to do. slowly, I slide my transit band up my arm (it doesn't move much because they are meant to fit its owner and you aren't supposed to be able to take them off- but some people have smashed them off, and they typically get in trouble and are given new ones).
I inhale sharply at what I see. "No... not again. please- please just go away..." I fight back forming tears, and try to not look at my arm; quickly sliding the transit band back down. my condition isn't exactly a 'condition'; its more of a curse... and I am completely alone...
Encoded (c) Laura K
