Merry Go Round!

A seed is planted, you give it sunlight, you quench its thirst, and you may even give it fertilisation, but as it grows, you may kick it out of spite; nothing happens at first. You may come the next day and kick it again; there may be a scratch, but nothing major is left. Then you may kick it the following day; you chip it and chunks fly out; you laugh it off and proceed to do this every day. One day you find the tree; it has grown completely; you watered it, gave it sunlight, and gave it food, but you are left dissatisfied. The shape of the tree leaves a lot to be desired, and the quality of the fruit is not the best; it is not perfect. Well, you didn't allow it to be perfect; it may be good or great, but you were not perfect, and so you played with it. We, as humans, need to be perfect before we can make anything else perfect.

*FLICKER* *FLICKER*, the lights seem to blink ferociously; *SHAKA* *SHAKA*, the surrounding area seems to vibrate and move fast. "Where am I?" thinks a boy as his eyes snap open. He looks around flustered and sees many other passengers doing the same thing; he twitches and tries to move his body; he kicks his feet and tries to get up; he is snatched back instantly by what seems to be mechanical restraints. "What the hell is this?" he thinks to himself, almost as if she were reading his mind. A girl next to him says, "Rivellin?, why are we being restrained by Rivellin?". Suddenly the lights flicker on and the boy can see around him: rusted thousand-year-old steel and scraps of rusted iron line the walls; strange tube-like pipes are stretched along the walls, only held together by a few nails; there were automatic doors on either side, which seemed to be separating carriages; and just like the boy, there were other people also strapped to chairs and just as confused and bewildered as him.

"R-Rivellin, w-who, w-whats that?" asked the boy, looking directly at the girl. She looked back at him with a look of shock and pity all the same. "Please tell me your joking," she replied. The boy shook his head. The girl sighed and said, "It's this dummy." She pointed down at the cross-shaped leathery straps that bound them to the chair. "They teach everyone the core materials in lower school; how could you forget?" she asked. "Core materials?" questioned the boy once again. "Did you hit your head or something?" asked the girl, annoyed. The boy remained silent, and the girl looked around. "Or maybe you're just braindead because of our current situation; in that case, I understand," she said, reassuring herself. Calming down a little bit, the boy said, "Hey, not everyone's as smart as you!" The girl smirked at him and said, "If I'm considered dumb, what are you?" The boy glared back.

Unrest seemed to grow amongst the passengers on the moving vehicle; it started to get loud as people started to question what was going on. "LET ME OUT OF HERE SOMEONE ANYONE LET ME OUT...WHY NOW OF ALL TIMES!" said a man bellowing his voice around the vehicle. "Quiet Johnny!" said the man next to him, "b-bu-." "I get it, Johnny, you were standing up; that's what you get for using an app like Tinler anyway; are you that desperate?" said the man, interrupting him mid-sentence. "WHADDAYA, YOU KNOW ITS NOT LIKE YOUVE EVER HAD ONE BEFORE BLAKE!" Shouted Johnny, "Tch, that's not important, Johnny. First of all, why are we on a train?, why are we strapped down?, and most importantly, where in alahalumbras name are we headed?" queried Blake. "I WANNA GIVE THAT BITCH A PIECE OF MY MIND," said Johnny, completely ignoring anything Blake said. "Oh well, guess I can count you out for the time being," thought Blake.

The boy looked at his surroundings and then noticed a monitor in the wall above the automatic doors to his left. "Just noticing that, are you?" asked the girl. The boy nodded. "God, your slow," she continued. "So, where are we?" asked the boy. "I'm not a book you can pick apart! But if you had eyes, you would be able to see by the layout that we were on a train!" said the girl, pouting. "So, um, what's your name anyway?" asked the boy. "Why do you want to know?" asked the girl. "Well, I thought you were smart; wouldn't it be good to get to know each other in case?" he stated. "Grr, you annoy me, but I see what you're saying, Juliana. That's my name." "I didn't know Juliana's could be so mean," he replied. "QUIET!" Shouted Juliana. "I told you my name, so you better tell me yours!" she demanded. "Woah easy, it's Zanthiel," he said as he adjusted his wavy light brown mess of a fringe. He wore a white and green snapback along with a moss green trench coat, a white and green plaid button-up shirt, black cargo pants, and white trainers. His Hazel eyes glistened as he looked at Julia. Annoyed, she turned her head away, her red eye burning with fury as one giant black fringe covered her other eye, her long jet black ponytail covering the length of her back, it was done up with a skull clip. She wore a black stripped skull printed crop top, a black goth pleated skirt, fishnet stockings, and Stud buckle detailed boots. Her long, black-painted fingernails seemed to shimmer in the light.