[Funkduder]

"And once the invasion of the Leaders was complete, the Leaders graciously solved the problems with over-population," the recorder monotonously spewed out. "Choosing at random, they s-"

Snap! The tape recording was turned off.

"It's as though they thought we weren't there," thought its only listener.
West sighed and threw the tape recorder away as he saw St. Ann Marie Academy in sight. It was ominous behind the rising sun, just as ominous as its new curriculum. The abrupt changes from Math, Science, and U.S. History to Cleaning, Cooking, and "Informed Decision Making", which was more like the new propaganda of the Earth, had quickly moved him from the top to the bottom of the class, which was pretty acceptable to all but his parents. There wasn't a failing grade.

At least in the Civil sector, it was all about your worth. The aliens, West couldn't bear to call them anything more, had the audacity to put a price on every man woman and child at that point, and the education system soon became a price gathering system because you could only survive off of what you had...

Instead of heading into the school, he turned left, away from the school and reached into his shoulder bag to pull out an orange supplemental drink. He frowned in distaste, but opened it and downed it anyways. He looked around for any more of the aliens, but thankfully, there were none. Placing the empty bottle in his bag (he'd have to refill that later) he wandered beyond the school, heading towards his usual hangout in the storage room of the factory a few blocks away. Jimmy knew he probably get punished a little, unless he explained that his mother was sick, which was true, unfortunately. He only planned to stay for an hour, figuring that they would be forced not to mind.

((not bad. how do you like the new education))