Grade F- A Tragedy

Grade F

A Tragedy

The scar. It burnt. Badly.

Ian woke up in a cold, cold, sweat. What was he supposed to be doing again? *sighs* “I guess I should take my 9:00 Injection,” Ian said. Ian pressed a button on a device implanted in his wrist and IT Made a hissing sound. He walked downstairs (Techno music plays as he looks out window at NYC in 2084.) “Morning Dad,” Ian said. “Morning, kiddo! Looks like Someone got up on the wrong side of the sleeping grid! What’s on your mind?” Dad asked. Dad worked for the earth’s government, so he wanted to get to work, as he might get a raise this week. “I’ve got to go, but i’ve got something for you for your birthday.” he said. They went into the back room and his dad gave him a package. When he opened it, it was a hoverboard! “Your grandfather made it when he was a kid, then passed it on to me. I’ve had it ever since, and figured it’s about time I give it to you”. Said dad. “Wow! Thank you so much, Dad!” exclaimed Ian. “alright, alright, i guess i need to go. See ya!” “See ya!”. “All right, I’m tired. Guess i’ll go back to bed.” Ian said, sounding worn out.

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Ian woke back up at 2:30 p.m. He pressed the button on his wrist again and got out of bed. He checked the time on his wrist. “Hey, I should meet jay after school. They get out in a half an hour.” He reminded himself. Ian walks to the door that  drops out into thousands of feet of thin air and jumps out, landing on his hoverboard. Starts singing “Beautiful new york”. IAn arrived at the school at 2:55, right before they let the kids out. “UH-OH” Ian murmured to himself. A stampede of kids bolts out the door, barely missing ian. “WOah! Screamed ian, yelling in surprise. THe last person out the door was jay, his best friend. He had no implants, brown hair with streaks of blonde and tanned, rough skin. He was wearing a worn shirt that said: “can’t touch this” with a picture of a guy doing a backflip. Ian was very surprised to see jay coming out the door last, as he usually was the first one gone, beating everyone out with his extremely fast running speed due to all of the exercise he got running around his block every morning. “Hey Jay. What’s up?” Ian asked. “Nothing...” he replied. “Dude, you’re a really bad liar. WHat happened? DId you get detention or something?” Ian questioned. “NO...I...I...my dad… got demoted to grade D.” jay said. “OH my… I’m so sorry.” mumbled Ian, almost speechless. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He felt light-headed. “Dude, are you ok?” asked Jay. Ian could barely hear anything though. Everything started blurring together. It was nausea, unconsciousness and a coma combined. The last thing ian remembered hearing was jay scream and feeling himself hit the ground. Hard.

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Ian woke up again at 3:01 in the morning, lying in his bed. HE was trying to remember something, but he still felt a little bit off.  He thought he remembered something about a rat bite in grade D and someone… That’s it! IT was Jay! Jay was the one who was bitten by the rat in grade D! And… and… oh no. How long had he been asleep? He checked his wrist… 3 days later?! And jay was in… grade F. (Solo: my best friend is probably dead!). Ian decided this wouldn’t stand. He couldn’t put up with this any longer. Throwing his leather jacket and jeans, he stepped out of his bedroom, Tiptoed down the stairs quietly, and left his apartment through the window, flying into the night air, making a beeline towards central tower, the tallest building in the world, where his dad worked. After a few minutes, ian arrived at the ground floor in which he talked to the secretary, (having known her well), and walked into the elevator leading to the top floor 600 miles up, which housed the main reactor, the power source for everything government operated. The doors opened and ian stepped out, walking into the penthouse meeting room. Barging in, Ian shouted at the top of his lungs, over anything else: ”This ends NOw!” feeling surreal. Things were becoming pixelated. He fingered his grandfather’s supercharged quantum grenade, the last thing he made before he was killed and gave to ian to finish what he started and end this once and for all. Ian was getting light-headed again. He couldn’t feel his arms, his feet, his brain, but it didn’t matter anymore. This would end with him and the generator. He didn’t care about the guards behind him. He didn’t care about his implant dose warning. He didn’t care about himself. He would end this for the people captured by the government. the mindless drones who were forced to slave their lives away to stay alive. But most of all he would end tis for jay. Ian broke the glass. He threw himself forward. He pushed in the bomb and pulled the pin. And then, There was a flash of light.

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Some people said that the 13 year-old who saved the world was a vigilante. A lay around playboy. An implanted, gifted lucky child. But he was so much more. He was passionate. He had a cause worth fighting for. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted it badly. He strived for it. He worked for it. But most of all, over everything else, Ian polaski did it for everyone else who didn’t have a voice. Ian was the voice for the voiceless, and he died to earn that title.