Part one.

A school, a student and the evolution of a human in the future

I’m in high school territory. I’m an 8th-grade student walking through high school territory. I’m close to evolving into a high school Gen Z near-grown human. At the end of 8th, every student has to have an operation to become a mature bag-carrying high school teen. As I walk through to connecting hall that is middle and high school territory, I notice the roudyness that makes this hall the worst hall to walk through.

Let me tell you something. Middle territory is the worst place to be. If you every encounter it, get out as fast as you can. The people here are the roudiest, most immature people there are.

I’m one of them.

I sprint through halls, left and right. I look at my alien friends. I try to get out of the blood-racking hall but it proves useless! What the heck.

3 WEEKS later

The last three weeks have been terrifying. The day os the operation is too close to be true. 3 days left. There is no way 3 weeks have passed. I don’t want to evolve. I want to stay here until I’m ready. I’m not prepared. Haven’t you noticed?

My friends and I may be separated. I don’t want that. We have that dark thought in our minds. But no. They haven’t told me this. They just haven’t.

TO BE CONTINUED…