AncilChapter 26: The Nightmare
“Bronan’s law states that opposing but equal forces creates neutrality. This is how things float. When two opposing forces collide at equal speeds there is no movement in any direction from the point of impact. So if you are able to control those opposing forces then you can make an object stand still in space. Makes sense right?” Mr. Davidson said to the class while referring to objects on the Touch board.
The class was quite empty as not many students opted for Physics. There were probably about eight people in the class and all of them were very attentive. All except me of course. I heard what the teacher said but they were just words that came in one ear and out through the other. All I did for the entire period was stare over the bannister at the wide open field outside anxiously awaiting to be let out of the classroom to be able to gallop wildly across it. Lunchtime was only a couple minutes away but every second felt like a lifetime.
I didn’t think that I needed to pay attention to the teacher since it was basically already lunchtime. However Mr. Davidson then told the entire class to write a paragraph on what was taught in that period and that we wouldn’t be able to leave until he checked it. I had no idea what had been taught in the class though so I had no idea what to write. I remembered something about Bronan’s Law so I wrote about that and it seemed to have sufficed because Mr. Davidson placed a big red tick on my work and allowed me to go outside. I was actually the first in the class to be let out.
While heading out of the classroom I couldn’t help but smile as I watched other students still struggling to do the same thing that I had done in just a matter of seconds. Some of the students stared at me and I saw the jealousy in their eyes and the green of envy in their faces. I just kept smiling as I walked out of the classroom and headed down the corridor.
Looking into the parking lot I saw a couple of staff members getting into their hover cars, probably on their way home to get some lunch. I always enjoyed watching how the hover vehicles operated. They slowly levitated from the floor then darted off at a speed that broke the sound barrier. The loud sound of the roaring engine was only heard after the vehicle was already halfway to its destination. The hover car was generally automatic, all one had to do was plug in their coordinates and it darted off towards that point at an incredibly fast speed. The hardest part of driving a hover car was getting it off the ground to a height that was safe. If you hovered below the allotted height then you could get arrested. There were height limits set for different areas. But once you got the hover car to the perfect height the rest was basically a walk in the park.
I never had the opportunity to drive a hover car because my father wasn’t able to afford one. It was a piece of technology that could only have been bought by people with a lot of money. People like teachers, lawyers, doctors and influencers.
I was so captivated by the hover cars in the parking lot that I wasn’t even watching where I was going. I collided into someone spilling their boxed drink and food all over their clothes and causing a mess before everything fell to the ground. After getting a good look at the person I noticed it was John Dexter. His face was red with rage and he looked down on me with narrowed eyes and thick protruding eyebrows.
“Sorry about that man. I’ll get another one for you,” I said.
“You can’t afford my lunch,” Dexter said without even bothering to move from the spot, wipe his clothes or even clean up the spilled stuff on the floor.
“How much will it cost?” I asked.
“Don’t study how much it will cost just know that you can’t afford it.”
I wasn’t too sure why he was talking about the cost of the food when it was clearly food that he got for free from the box lunch container.
“It has more box lunch I’ll just get another one for you.”
“I’m not going to let this good food go to waste,” Dexter said. “Somebody have to eat it. Don’t make me wait here all day.” He folded his arms and didn’t move from the spot. I highly doubted that he wanted me to eat the food that was on the floor. That would have not only been unsanitary but also mean.
“What are you waiting on?” He asked looking down at the spilled food then at me. “Eat it.”
“I’m not going and eat that sorry,” I said before I turned around to walk away. But as I turned around three other students came up and blocked my path.
“You’re not going nowhere,” one of the boys said. “It have some people out there who starving and you hesitating to bend down and eat some food. Don’t play selfish here for me, you hear?”
