The Prose Universe Part 1
The day is hot and sunny. A light breeze blows into the town square. President James M. Byers stands on a podium in front of a large crowd. In the background is the Emperor’s Palace. Weeks earlier, it had been the home of the Emperor, the most powerful man in the country. That was before the war ended thus ending Emperor Jim Lamb's rule.
“Today society changes”, said newly elected President Byers. The crowd starts to cheer and applause the president. When the crowd calms down President Byers continues to speak. “We the people of Twain shall form a government that follows the will of the proletarian masses and not the will of the bourgeoisie. We form a government that shall take the power that belonged to the aristocrats and the oligarchs so that it gives it to the people. Corporatism has destroyed the middle class. It has made the rich richer and the poor poorer. It shall no longer!!!” The crowd erupts into applause and cheers.
The video stops and the lights come back on. The history teacher stands in front of the high school class. “I’m sorry class, but we will have to continue the documentary on Monday. It is time to pack your things and go to your next class. Remember we will have a test over the Twain Revolutionary War, which happened 500 years ago. We will discuss the first Secretary of State Phynne Belle, the First Secretary of War General Paul D. Chambers, First Lady Winterreign, and the First Secretary of the Treasury Esther Flowers.”, said Mrs. Fidaus. A sense of gratitude is felt throughout the room. The class was glad class is over and begins to leave.
I, of course, am one of the last to leave the classroom. I run down the long student packed hallway in fear that I will be late for Ms. Bunny’s class. Ms. Bunny is the school’s music teacher. She teaches students how to play a different number of instruments. However, she doesn’t like people being late for class. “Slow down and stop running in the hallway”, a medium pitched voice cried out. I turn around and find that the voice belongs to Principal Ruby Pond, who was standing next to Vice Principal Soul Hearts and Superintendent Samantha Fowler. “Yes, ma’am.”, I reply continuing on my way to class and walking quickly to my seat.
After Ms. Bunny’s class, I head off to Mr. Syne’s class. He is my Algebra 1 teacher. On my way, I run into Dusty Grein, one of the school’s English 4 teachers. Supposedly, he teaches an english class in a laid back way, but grades very strict. It makes him one of the toughest English teachers at the school. I also run into Mrs. Alice Anne, who teaches philosophy. Her favorite philosopher is a guy who’s nickname is Creative Chaos and lived 200 years ago. Why they called him Creative Chaos, I will never know.