Lacey's POV:
All I hear are crashes of impact, skin crushing into bone, muscles and tissue imploding. Someone is punching the shit out of Chad.
"Is this how you treat a girl?!", it was rhetorical of course. This is absolutely not how you treat anyone. The assailant is a taller, muscular, and tan Greek God... literally. I don't even know his name, yet here he is, saving my life. He punches Chad until he is a voiceless lump of flesh, and I feel nothing for him. All I can think is that I hope he isn't dead so that the mystery guy isn't convicted, and he can be brought to justice for what he attempted. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, I want to kick and struggle. I hate myself. I hate myself for getting into this situation.
Suddenly, the room goes dark as my eyes slowly close, and I enter into the longest sleep of my life. Blacking out at a party? Way to go, Lace.
February 4th, 2017
Strangely, I awake to my dorm, and everything seems normal. My lazy roommate looks just that, sprawled across her twin bed, the usual pile of dirty laundry rests in the corner, and books surround my bed. Last night comes back in flashes, and I feel like I'm going to throw up... it was not a dream. In a blind rage, I snap open my computer, and make a beeline to Twitter. 90 minutes later, I had rewritten my creative writing essay onto a Twitter post, however in less than 300 words, and using more risky word choice. It's time my voice is truly heard.
May 26th, 2040
Kara's POV:
I raise my hand to keep from visibly yawning. I fail.
"Aaaarghhh", I yawned, very loudly. I quickly slap my hands over my mouth, like a child who's just been caught. "Sorry, you aren't boring, it's just--".
"Whatever, I pride myself on not taking anything that you New Worlders say or do to heart", he claims.
"I'll try not to be offended by that...".
"I do not care", he emphasizes each word with a sardonic smile. "Also, I would not be offended anyway because I'm just relaying information from the memoir of our New World's creator, Dr. Lacey Carrington", he erupts into a fake round of applause.
"Anyway, so to sum it up, the New World came to be because of--"
"Because of a woman's wrath", he finished.
"Well, honestly, something had to be done about the previous state of the world, don't you think?".
"Sure, but equality! Are you not hearing me or something, again?", his jaw jumped up and down in frustration.
"I'm sorry, again?"
Even more frustration showed in his furrowed brows, "Yesterday in math class, you were zoned out in class, and I, like the good Samaritan I am, tried to bring your attention to Mr. Smith. Remember now?".
"I guess, kinda. It was the last day of school, and you were worried about the lesson? Who has the bigger problem?", I snap.
"The point is that you zone out in class and turn in incomplete homework, but instead of a lecture, you get off scot-free. Is that what you call equality? If so, you have the bigger problem", he says with a blank stare.
"The world order is just reversed. Men are receiving what women did for hundreds of years!".
"But that's not EQUALITY!".
Before I knew it, our faces were less than an inch apart, eyes staring deeply into each other. I hadn't noticed before how vibrant his eyes were. When he's not sulking at all hours of the day, his eyes are actually visible. The honey brown pools in his eyes distracted me for a while.
"GOD, the sexual tension in this car is making me hot", he blurted.
Abruptly, I scoot back, "What?".
"Kidding!", he belts out, staring into space shortly after. "Obviously we aren't going to get over our separate views arguing like this", he shrugs, "Just, please", he looks into the distance, abandoning any contempt he once showed, "don't tell anyone about the meeting, or me, or anyone you might have recognized there. Please", he says with the softest emotion, and I almost feel bad for him.
"Fine", I settle, "On one condition", his eyebrows perk up. "Take me to the next meeting".