A story about two teens who inadvertently discover a conspiracy and are dragged off to be re-educated. Pretty much a story exaggerating high school.
If you've found this, then luckily, I'm out. I guess I should explain before I go any further. My name's Derek, and I'm from Los Angeles. Or rather, I was. See, what a lot of people don't know is, our entire government is corrupt. From the judicial system, to the election process, and most importantly, the education system. You control the youth, you become the architect for society. You ever wonder why your high school chemistry teacher didn't seem to teach you anything? Or how high school seemed to be divided into cliques, ostracizing those who don't fit in? Well, the answer's pretty simple. They want us to be unquestioning, mindless little puppets, and enforcing that quite easy if you're educating the future.
Now what does that have to do with me? Well, every year there are teens that just aren't fit for the system. Teens that know too much, or maybe just a bit too smart. Well, we get put into indoctrination camps, or as our handlers like to put it, a "school for troubled youths". There we learn the basics of burying ourselves in debt, stuffing ourselves with poison, basically learning how to fit in with modern society. I happen to be one of those teens. Really, none of it would have happened if I hadn't given five bucks to a homeless guy who, for some reason, decided to pay me with an old flash drive. Let's start at the beginning.
I had just graduated eighth grade, and was looking forward to a summer full of memories before freshman year. My buddy Dutch, on the other hand, was stuck in summer school for failing about half his classes. Needless to say, he was pretty pissed off. After the first day, I took him to Starbucks for iced coffee. I was trying to convince him to blow school off so we could go to Vegas with his cousins.
"Dude, think about it, Vegas, girls, parties, and you wanna waste it retaking Chemistry?" Dutch paused to slurp at his coffee, looked me straight in the eye, and said, " Let's do it." That night, we were speeding off to Vegas with a guilt free conscience, and five hundred dollars we borrowed from his cousins. We arrived at about nine P.M. Apparently, no one cares how old you are in Vegas, especially not the cousins who're supposed to be watching you, so we were pretty much out on our own for the weekend. So naturally, we were pretty psyched. Or rather, I was pretty psyched. " Oh my god dude, we are so getting rich and drunk and-" Dutch listened patiently for about five seconds, and having decided that I was a bit too excited, did what any friend would do. He slapped me. "Dude, what the hell was that for?" I groaned. " I'm saving you from debt, a hangover, and herpes. You can thank me later" he said as while dragging me towards the blackjack tables. " Watch and learn."
Two hours later, we had five dollars left, and were walking back to his cousins' car to get some sleep, because they were too cheap to get a hotel room. " So what was I supposed to learn again?" I asked sarcastically. "...Shut up". The next morning, we woke up to find Dutch's cousins still gone and a homeless man banging on our door. "...What's going on?" Dutch asked me groggily. I took one look at the homeless dude, opened the window, and threw out the five dollar bill we had from last night. The homeless dude scrambled after it, and we were once again alone. Then it dawned on us. " Uh Derek... was that our last five?" I stood still for a few seconds, then charged out of the car to get my money back. "Hey, hold up man!" I finally caught up to the homeless dude, and grabbed my five. "Sorry man, we kinda need that." He stood up, brushed himself off, and walked away. "That was weird." I looked behind me to see Dutch looking at the five dollar bill in my hand. "Isn't that a Subway coupon?" Sadly, it was. I'd been duped. The coupon had something inside it though, a flash drive. Dutch was the first to speak. "Hey, I saw a Kinko's a few miles back, let's check it out." I agreed, because penniless as we were, it was going to be a boring weekend.
At Kinko's, we rented a computer out and took a look at the flash drive. We had no cash, but they didn't need to know that. Puppet.mp3 was the only file there. "Puppet? What the hell is that?" Dutch asked from behind me. "Let's find out", I replied.
I opened the file. Too bad I didn't know what was coming next."Congratulations. You are one of the select few who have been chosen to join our ranks. As you may know, we have infiltrated nearly every world power in existence. However, we need-" The screen began flashing black and white, and the next thing I knew, everything was black.