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The Weekend's Coming - Monday

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Monday December 28, 2099

The lenses lay crookedly on the table, but were eventually picked up roughly, enthusiastically, by a dainty hand that belonged to Rina. Too large for her small head, they hung on dearly to the end of her nose, to her big ears that stuck out. She grabbed the knob at each end, and turned them. Static following broken fragments of conversation, politician speeches and cooking instructions blared into her ears almost immediately. Hallucinations of a million different colours swimming between animations and personal channels pelted her eyes with their random brightness. But, at last, the sound and sight became coordinated, and the channel stopped changing. Rina dropped her hand from the knob and sat back.

Representatives from all the countries in the world sat at their desks, biting their nails despite their suits, eyes shifting behind supposedly serious expressions. Once again, Rina changed the channel and submitted herself to the sensual torture of myriad different sources of information.

"GOOD EVENING, EVERYONE!" the announcer's voice and grotesque smile were absolutely overwhelming, saccharine in their faked happiness. Rina winced and telepathically told the machine to lower the volume. Behind his gray-struck copper hair and tanned skin, one could see the eerie remains of a once-great city, with dust floating ominously in the air, and skeletal ghosts of buildings cutting across the muddy sky. If one  squinted, one could even make out the ancient memories of a giant and antiquated screen, hung crookedly on top of many others. It was a sight common in many textbooks, one of ghostly forgetting and harrowing warning. "We are in Times Square, were the new millennium was celebrated, and were the new century will be, too! So everyone, hang on for the turn of the century, in two days!" his voice hung on the lonely wind, surely howling were the Empire State used to be.

Rina grimaced again. Poor guy. Surely he realized how controversial this would be? In a few minutes, he would be flooded with thousands of angry messages saying their own personal sob story about how this loss was so great, and how one couldn't just celebrate in an area of such great tragedy, despite the obvious scripted nature of the newscast, the way the size of his smile could only be hiding wild tears. How boring. The knob was switched another degree.

"Hey, Rina" it was Kenny, a short-haired girl with buck teeth that lived on the other side of the world. "So, um, Rina, y'seeing the newscast? The one in the old American city?" Rina shook her head casually, and Kenny's shy smile began to become more hidden. "I'm frightened," she squeaked. "Ev'ryone says that the world's gonna end on 2100," with another grin, Kenny licked her overly-large front  teeth. "'F course it's a lie, but y'can't help but wonder, y'know?"

"Yeah..." Rina said, barely focusing on the conversation. Outside, it was beginning to snow, small flurries caught in the wind and dancing across the window, melting on the asphalt. The grey sky above occasionally let through another ray of sunlight that broke the cloud cover and gave everything light. But then the winds returned and the clouds shifted and everything was bathed in the December darkness.

Kenny bit her lower lip, then shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "So, um, where d'you think Violet is?"

Almost on cue, the screen split into two and a bespectacled girl, freckles plainly visible on her cheeks and hair picked up messily into two ponytails that stuck put from both sides of her face, appeared. "So, did anyone call me?" she asked, smiling broadly. Her home was on Mars, a small tourism business that had jumped upon the chance of a new lifestyle in a relatively experimental environment.

"Hey, Violet," Rina waved nonchalantly. In return, Violet winked happily, joy plain on her face.

"So, they might cut off communications for a while during the new year celebrations, so I might not be here," she said. "Apparently it would be too much information for this crappy server to handle," with a long sigh, she rested her head on her hand and shook her head. "We're thinking about updating it, but with the way business is going..."

Rina nodded, but once again brought her hand to the side of her face and twisted the knob to find the overly joyous newscaster yelling at her face. "So, as you can see, no matter what we go through, humanity always rises again, stronger than ever!" Rina sighed and turned the device off, tossing the lenses off her face so that they skidded on the table before coming to a stop.
New chapter will be put up TOMORROW WOOO.
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Okay, that was great, seriously, I love the whole plot of it and everything C8

But I think some sentences are a little long. Like, sort of a mouthful. Like, in the first sentence, where it went roughly, enthusiastically, dainty. It makes it a little full. 8I

And some parts seem a little awkward. Simple words and sentences can actually mean quite a lot, so you may want to cut down some excess beautifullly long and intricate sentences for some short choppy ones to get in some impact and balance.

Or you can ignore everything I say because I have absolutely no idea how to critique 8D