Daisy/Myrtle Dystopia Cyber Future Highschool AU (CHAPTER 1!!!!!!!)

    Myrtle was not an ordinary girl. She must have seemed to be just like every other girl living in the dark, somber dumps of the Valley of Silicon. Dirty, cold, shabby, sick, ugly, and very, very, poor. But alas, Myrtle was different than them all. When Myrtle woke up late one morning in May in coeval with the sound of pounding MegaHail, as seasonal weather had long ceased to exist for centuries now, she hurriedly got out of her SleepPod and rushed out the door. She was so rushed that she forgot to put on her Supreme Hydrophobic Hailcoat. She’d been meaning to buy a new one for a while, but hadn’t quite found the funds nor the time. Her old coat was practically ancient, and couldn’t even connect to the 286g Wi-Fi towers which have reined fully over the entire area since they were released last week. Myrtle was certain she wouldn’t be able to obtain even 10,000,000 emojicoins for that old thing, scarcely enough buy a bag of roasted cockroaches, which sounded pretty good to Myrtle right about now. Besides, the coat had become a tender memory for her as it was her mother’s parting gift before she tragically disappeared one day at work. Of course, like everyone, she worked at home, but in the middle of one of her virtual school teachings, a drone from the IRS came to demand payment. Myrtle’s mother couldn’t defend herself. She was taken away in front of Myrtle’s eyes. Myrtle was just a young girl back then, but slowly she learned to survive in cruel Neo York City. Myrtle never had to go to public school before. Her mother, being a schoolteacher, was licensed by the Government to home-school Myrtle. However, after the disappearance of Myrtle’s mother from the National Registry List of Citizens, soon arrived a drone at Myrtle's door informing her that she must go to public school or they will shut of her Wi-Fi. And so goes Myrtle, clamoring through the MegaHail towards the communal bathrooms, crunching over junk chips of silicon and scrap pieces of plastic which littered the grounds of the sullen city while simultaneously attempting to put her hair up in a messy bun. Despite practically every job and chore being done at the comfort of your home nowadays, including school teaching, Smart public schools were still in-person institutions. This is because dystopian societies all enjoy making children suffer. Myrtle ran with her tremendous vitality back home to get ready for Smart High School.

    This is going to be a long day, thought Myrtle.

    After finally making it to school, Myrtle dreadfully plops into her seat of her least favorite class: digital currencies. What was the big idea with teaching this money-loving propaganda to young, lower-class kids who were never going to make it? Myrtle felt quite bad for some of the boys who took investing so seriously. Myrtle's father was one of them, you see. He was what they call a "stock-market junkie". When Myrtle was little, she used to love the Smart stock market as much as any dumb poor kid did. Her father would bring home bright, beautiful gifts for her birthday. When she asked how he got them, he would always flash a grin and say, "It came from the Smart stock market, darling!" She loved the stories her father always told, so full of hope, so full of happiness.

    "You won't believe this, Myr. I've just invested half a billion SmartSamsungCoins into XinCoin. Have you heard of XinCoin? It's a new up-and-rising currency gaining crazy popularity in Kenya. Kenya, can you believe it? One day, Myr, we'll be the richest not only in Neo York, but in the whole damn world! We'll get out of here soon, Myr. I'll take you to Kenya and we'll live a charming little life among the rich. We'll get out of here soon, real soon."

    Myrtle's father was the biggest fraud she ever knew. His debt kept creeping up behind him, climbing higher and higher until they took him away. He never got out. Myrtle would have traded every single coin she had just to know if he was okay. Poor father, and poor, poor Myrtle.

    Myrtle had her own hopes to hold onto. She wanted to be the girl on the screen, with the most perfect and brightest smile, who they would get to come out and advertise only the most high-end of products. Myrtle hoped that one day she would be beautiful, and they would pick her to plaster all over the inside walls of apartment buildings and Smart Homes. Myrtle dreamed that she might even make enough money to live in a great big mansion on beautiful West Fort or East Fort where the sun never sets.

“Wuh, Myrtle,” suddenly spoke the boy who was sitting next to her.

“Hi, George,” replied Myrtle nonchalantly.

“Ya good? Ya been fallin’ right asleep a’ durin’ class.”

“Huh, really? I’m alright, I think.”

“Sleepiness ain’t no good f’ ya Smart Highschool Pointscard. Ya needs a lotta points from Digital Currencies.”

“I know, I know. I just literally can’t even with this class. You know how it is.”

“It ain’t no good, Myrtle. My dad’s got somethin’ that can help ya real well. Makes ya get way more smarter and focused, ya know? Wanna stop by my dad’s SmartCopter garage afta school? I promise it’ll help ya out. Won’t cost ya nothin’.”

    Myrtle knew George was trying to get close to her, but she also knew he was a really well meaning kid. Smart Pills had gotten so much more expensive and dangerous ever since Inhibition. And he was just gonna give them for free? At the very least she could sell them off for a month of 285g internet. You may think Myrtle was being a bit devious but she just saw herself as acting realistically. She knew George was better off than her with his father’s copter repair work, and she didn’t think a reputation as captippers suited the Wilson family very well, she would tell him that! Myrtle also truly didn’t dislike George. Perhaps she maybe even liked him a bit as well.

    “Oh, this is just the worst ever!” sobbed a young girl in her MegaMansion off the coast of East Fort. “I just can’t believe him! That son of a-”

“Daisy? Are you alright? Can I come in?

Daisy’s mother walks into the open room and sits down at the edge of Daisy’s SleepPod, where Daisy is lying face down into a pillow.

“Daisy, I know you’re feeling sad, but you’ve gotta toughen up a bit, alright?”

“But Mother, I hate him! I really, really hate him!”

“Daisy, we’ve been over this. Tom is a nice young man of high status who’s very well suited for a nice young lady such as yourself.”

“But he didn’t get me anything for our anniversary! I bet he didn’t even remember. He doesn’t care about me at all, Mother!”

“Oh, of course Tom cares about you, sweetie! He just has a roundabout way of showing it. All boys do.”

“If all boys do what he does, than I hate all boys too!”

Daisy’s mother took a look at the advertisements plastered on Daisy’s wall.

“Hmm… now that’s a new one. Say, how about I order a couple of hailcoats for you and Tom? You two would look just adorable matching into Neo York City in one of these new models.”

“Oh, I hate that stupid ad and I don’t need another hailcoat for at least another week when we’re going to get the SmartCopter fixed. Just turn off the wall! I can’t stand to see that stupid AI girl and her shining smile anymore!”

“Are you sure, sweetie? It’s got 285g wifi-”

“Leave me alone!”

    Myrtle was having the time of her live at the Wilson’s garage. She had never seen so many helicopters up close before. While George went in to grab something, she admired them from each and every angle while imagining how she would be the one piloting that great machine one day, in a square mile of sunshine, high and away from her dreadful current life. Those brightly colored vehicles just seemed to call out to her with their magic.

“Um, excuse me? What do you think you’re doing to our copter?”

Myrtle looked up suddenly and jumped. There standing in front of her, was the prettiest girl Myrtle had ever seen. She wore a fancy hairdo on top of a face whose soft scowl could crash the entire stock market itself. Her slim yet firm figure was shaped perfectly how Myrtle wished she was. When Myrtle pulled herself together again, she saw the angered boy in front of her face who had been yelling at her. The two were adorning matching hailcoats, so Myrtle figured they were a couple.

“Tom, she’s the mechanic. She’s just doing her job. Stop making such a fuss so we can hurry up and go home. The weather here is just dreadful.”

“Mechanic?” Tom snorted, “she’s a girl, she can’t be a mechanic.”

“C’mon, Tom. Let’s not do this,” pleaded the pretty girl.

“My non-existent god because I’m an atheist, what has this world come to?” Tom laughed to himself. “A girl as a mechanic? What’ll they have next, a girl in the White House?”

“Tom, you know the former president was a lady, right?”

“Of course I know. She’s also the one who put in that crazy Inhibition law, and look how well that turned out. Soon enough you’ll have junkies living out of your backyard. Clearly, we should go find a different garage to get the copter fixed. Let’s go, Daisy.”

“Hey,” Myrtle finally spoke up, “I-I’m not actually the mechanic here. The real mechanic is a bit occupied at the moment. He’ll be with you shortly.”

“Ugh, fine. But he better make it quick.” Tom took a seat on the side, popped a bottle of pills, and pulled out his phone to wait. Myrtle turned around to go fetch George, but in a panic slipped in a puddle of oil. Myrtle braced herself for the fall, when suddenly -

“-got you.”

The golden girl was right in front of her nose, holding Myrtle in gentle, slender arms.

“You ought to be more careful.”

“You’re beautiful,” spoke Myrtle, mesmerized from seeing the girl’s presence up-close.

“I know,” the girl smirked. She gracefully “I’m Daisy. And you’re welcome, by the way.”

“M-Myrtle. My name’s Myrtle.”

“What a lovely name for a lovely girl such as yourself.”

Myrtle felt like she could die. Who knew such a high-class girl would be so charming? If only she knew that high-class girl would soon become her wife. Her entire world was about to change forever.