“Ave! Avery!” My best friend races down the hall towards me,
bobbing in and out of the small groups of people.
“Marci?
What’s up?”
“You’re
gonna want to see this” Is the only answer she offers up as she grabs my hand,
her blonde braid swaying back and forth against her back as she weaves us down
the stairs.
Myron
is known as the Clockwork City because everything is run off clockwork
generators beneath the city which run off Time itself. Here, trains are neither
early nor late and the gates open and close at the same exact time every day since
before anyone can remember. No one knows what would happen should Time run out.
A vast
majority of the sophomore class, paired up with all the freshmen and a few
lingering juniors and seniors who don’t think themselves too ‘cool’ to be on
time to class pool outside the large metal doors that block us from the main
building and all our lockers. Just like everything else in the city, our doors
don’t open except for five minute windows between classes to let us in and out.
“Weird
isn’t it?” Marci stands on her tip-toes, trying her best to see above the din.
“It’s like they’re ignoring the 11:35 bell or something. Is that even
possible?”
“Maybe
they’re ignoring it because it never rang.” Riegion Vassel appears beside us,
giving his twin quite a fright.
“What
are you going on about, Riege? Of course they rang.” Marci has a strict belief
in the generators, one of the many who live in a fog that deters them from
doubting the structure of our city.
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