This was an era where there was automobiles, phones for calling, an era where short and skimpy clothes were allowed.
This was the era after a whole three thousand years.
This world was ruled by elites. The rich reigned supreme and the poor... The poor were the minority. But, there was one special thing that brought the rich and the poor together... The fact that these angels that protected them years ago was still there.
But now, it was a matter of ranking. The poor could have a high rank because of how powerful his angel was. And the rich could use their influence. Either ways, the power was bent on the higher one raised his rank.
This wasn't the peaceful and old country they had three thousand years ago... This was Netro.
Netro, the oldest and mist powerful country in the world. It was believed the supreme angels guarded them because they had the power to open the green gate, but that was a mere fallacy. Who would believe that there was a gate no being could open ?
Netro had a school which trained people about their angels and how one could be in sync with these so called angel guardians.
Well only the rich could go... .
Netro high was a school of everyone's dream. Once one went to that school, he had the chance of hitting straight into the elite world.
Marcy sighed. She dropped the students handbook. If she were rich, it would have been better or if her parents were, but... Age wasn't rich and her parents were... Who the hell were they?
She had been in custody of the government because of her previous behaviour of almost fighting an elite kid. The government needed this kind of people, but as they say , hiding in your shell. She didn't have a shell, she was just hiding anywhere that was comfortable.
The government having taken care of her decided to take her to the one school everyone dreamt of going to... Netro school. She wanted to go there, it sounded cool especially when the handbook made it look like heaven's town square.
A fun place.
Marcy went to the kitchen, she needed to eat something before she died, bit halfway through the kitchen found out she had nothing to eat. The government didn't give food , they just provided her with a small house, a table , a chair and sleeping bag.
She worked for her own food.
Marcy decided that she could at least have a burger. She wore her oversized coat and left the house locking it. Looking for an open restaurant around these parts wasn't hard, but getting a functioning one was. She walked for almost an hour, before she found a functioning restaurant.
Entering inside, she picked the burger with the lowest amount. After paying trying hard not to look at the guys that stared at her and their angels too.
I thought angels were meant to be nice. Why does this one look so off.
She started walking fast stuffing the burger in her mouth. They could kill her, but not her last card... Her last berry.
Money was called berry and sometimes candy. The men caught up with her and dragged her oversized coat.
" What do you want from me?" She asked obviously not scared.
She was a punching bag for both the weak and strong, the poor and rich, the hopeless and the hopeful. That was why she wasn't meant to exist. She no longer cared what they did as far as they didn't take her hard earned berry.
Good thing I don't have any one on me.
She increased her pace but they were faster and they grabbed her hair - a woman's pride. Marcy screamed.
" What did I do? I don't have berry", she said crying aloud until they stopped pulling her hair.
"Heard that one of your privilege of being a lost cause is that you get to go to Netro high", the one that was pulling her hair said kicking her in the stomach.
Blood.
Fuck I'm bleeding.
What made her think like this? She bled almost everyday.
"Yes", she said wincing with a certain pride that came over her. The pride that these jerks hitting her will not do that when she enters the school.
That pride one gets when the other would never get what you are getting.
" You still have the guts to talk", the other one said and they started beating her up.
I'd still go to Netro high and you'll be here wallowing in self pity.
Marcy fell to the floor acting unconscious and half dead, that was the only way these jerks would leave her.
"The police might come any minute, Brad, let's bounce". The other one said and they left.
After a while, when they had all gone far, she stood up and cleaned her coat. She was badly hurt. "I hope I have some pain relief gel left", she muttered weakly.
Marching home,she noticed her hard earned coat had torn, so she took it off, but, it was cold, so she wore it that way.
Marcy reached home and entered. Her stomach grumbled. All those beating had taken so much energy.
" Maybe I should just..."
Click.
She turned towards her door. Turn. Someone turned the door knob. The only thing that could do this was either death coming uninvited or someone who hated her to the point of wanting to take her life.
But anyhow it was placed, it was still death.
" Who are you?" She asked as the door swung wide open. She observed the men, they looked cool and we're dressed in black suits with dark shades and had a brooch with the shape of an angel.
"We are here to take you down to Netro high", one of them, probably the leader or oldest said. " But I'm to leave early tomorrow ", she said weakly. She hadn't parked yet.
" Let me arran..."
" No need. An issue popped up miss Marcy, so we need you to be fast and cooperative", the head said and she nodded.
Marcy looked at her home. The home that groomed her to become someone that hid in any she'll even if didn't belong to her. She sighed and took a book from the desk.
" I'm all set, let's go", she said and they led the way.
Goodbye.
She knew she'd miss this place and when she comes back, those stupid jerks would be bowing to her... .
***
The sky was clear dark. There was no touch of dark clouds hanging around. And that meant that the moon was bright bringing a splendid illuminouous light down to earth. Marcy stared at the trees and how beautifully arranged they were.
She was entering a new world.
" We're here", the youngest among the four men said and she saw it.
The school of everyone's dream... The school that would set her free and even make her among the great elites of Netro.
That school with bold Italian letters was written the name: NETRO HIGH
And at the bottom they wrote, " love, the essence of life".
She was here finally. To begin a new chapter of her life.
She was going to be the best and get her angel. Marcy smiled. This was the beginning... .