We don't hate being micros - Pilot
We don't hate being micros
Pilot
By Jevin
"It's not as if we hate being micros" speaks the voice of a male wolf to himself as he writes in his journal. Scratches echo gently beneath the light of a small desk lamp as page after page of journal entry is written.
"We're forced to hide among them. With these rings we can keep safe, hidden. We can fool them into believing that we're one of them and in doing so we can ensure our own survival. We don't hate being micros, we just can't survive in our regular forms anymore. We have to find other ways to celebrate our uniqueness"
Veir rubs over his head with a paw and sighs heavily, dating the entry and chuckling to himself "18 years of age. I wonder what I'll be doing in 5 or even 10. Maybe by then these things will be more affordable. I feel a little bad knowing that the only reason I live comfortably is that my family had the wealth. No one should have to live like we did before this."
The light of the lamp brightens with a click as the wolf turns the knob at the lamp base. A golden shine issues over the desk as the wolf plays with his ring finger. "I must be tired. I'm feeling way too melodramatic right now. Still, there is something about the fact that it only takes this little ring to keep me out of danger. Some micros would kill to have something similar. Ugh, I better stop talking to myself..."
Clasping his hand into a fist with the ring on his finger, Veir stands up and leaves his room to shower, eat breakfast and dress. After morning formalities, he stares over his schedule and groans
"it's due today?" He asks disdainfully, moving over to his computer to open up a mostly finished essay on micro history. The annoyance he feels from having forgotten to finish the night before motivates him to try and write a few more sentences but after a while he just gives up, sighing and printing the essay out. It's not like the giants ever get micro history correct anyway.
Moments later he is out the door, walking quickly towards the high school in which it is his last year.