This is my first take on writing a fiction.
I would like to apologize beforehand for some spelling and grammar mistakes that you might find in my story (for now and later) since English is not my first language.
But I hope you do enjoy it. :D
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The news about the president signing the VR bill has become the hottest topic of the year.
Not only did it conquer the social media, but it has also become the talk of every community throughout the whole country.
And although the VR bill was signed that day, it still needed a 100 days to implement the law.
Since it needs time to gather, install and program capsule pods with the VR system, to all public and private high schools, state colleges and universities in the whole Philippines.
Also it was reported in the news that only grade 9 and above high school students are allowed to use the VR system for entertainment. Luckily, there has been no change of schedules of subjects in all public and private high schools, since the use of the VR system is scheduled for two hours every weekdays after the last period.
Now for college and university students, the VR system that they’ll be using is programmed to help them master skills and competencies in relation with the courses they’re taking and the schedule of its use will depend on the their respective instructors and advisers.
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100th day
3:48 pm (3-4 pm Algebra), inside a grade 9 classroom in a public high school
“Go to lanpanmej corporation website.” The boy whispered to the communicator in his wrist.
“Error establishing a database connection” A robotic female voice answered him.
“Refresh! Refresh! Refresh!” The boy couldn’t help but increase the volume of his voice in irritation.
“Unable to connect to the *Stream” The robotic female voice replied.
“What the heck? Who turned on their *NJ? Guys, plea--” The boy suddenly stop at the middle of his sentence as he saw two murderous eyes staring at him from afar.
“ADAM NICANOR A. RUIZ” The teacher stood up from her seat and said his name loud enough for the whole class to hear.
The teacher then started walking slowly towards the unruly student.
“Y-yes, miss?” The boy replied with a stutter, as his teacher stood in front of his seat.
“Adam, how many times has this happened before?” The teacher worriedly said.
Adam’s classmates stared at him and all Adam could do was lower his head in shame.
Seeing her student like that, the teacher let out a sigh.
Then, jokingly said:
“Isn’t this the nth time already?”
The whole class suddenly burst into laughter and even, Adam himself can’t help but show a faint smile on his face.
“I’m sorry, miss. I ‘m just too excited today.”
The whole class was silent and then, nodded in agreement.
The teacher sigh again and said:
“Yes, I know that all of you are excited. But since it has yet to start, then you must listen first to my discussion. Now, do you still remember the first rule that I’ve established in this class?"
“That is respect, miss. And again, I’m really sorry.” Adam said shyly while in his seat.
“That’s right, Adam. For now I’ll forgive you, but next time I’ll confiscate your communicator and keep it for a whole week.” The teacher then smiled.
Adam then smiled wryly in respond.
KRING! KRING! KRING!
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I opened my eyes, just in time for class dismissal in the last period.
I let out a yawn, then stand and stretch both my arms.
Who am I?
To make things clear, I’m not Adam and most certainly not the author.
I know I’m breaking the fourth wall here just talking to all of you, but who cares, its part of my inner monologue.
The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.
Well to start, my name is Loue M. Asebal.
And I’m just your average grade 9 student.
You know Adam from before, right?
Adam and most of my classmates, make it ‘all’ of my classmates, are very excited with today’s implementation of the VR law.
To get ahead start from the group, Adam tried to access in the LANPANMEJ Corporation website in order to gather basic information about the game.
But sadly, from first day up ‘till today the site has yet to open.
I know all of that because I have been listening *coughs* eavesdropping to Adam’s rant.
Anyway--
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“Loue , what job and race will you get in the game?” A tall boy suddenly appeared behind Loue and said it while grabbing both of Loue’s shoulder.
“Joe, can’t you see that Loue is still inside his ‘little’ world.” Another tall boy then walks in front of Loue and wave his hands to him.
“Not anymore, thanks to the two of you.” Loue sarcastically said then smiled.
“Bro! Alas, you’ve finally returned to Earth.” Jay and Joe said in chorus.
The three of them laugh.
They finally stop laughing when Loue said:
“Well Joe, to tell you honestly I’m still not sure what race and job I’ll get in this game because I don’t have any idea about the game.
But if it’s like *RR then, I’ll just pick the first race that appears before me and for thejob, I think I’ll take the first job offered to me by some random NPC. Now, what about you and Jay?”
“Well for me if it’s presumably just like RR, then I’ll chose Ogre race then I’ll get a warrior class because of the awesomeness of muscle power! Muscle power!!! ” Joe excitedly said it while facing Jay and Loue.
“Then mine would be a dark elf with a ‘thief’ class because thieves can make traps.“ Jay excitedly said it facing Loue. Then, Jay look at Joe and muttered in the air.
“Just to trap muscle head warriors like you.”
“Did you say something? I think I heard you say something else?” Joe asked and suspiciously looked at Jay.
Their conversation was put to an end when they suddenly heard a beep in their communicators.
“Speak.” They whispered each to their own communicators.
A female robotic voice answered them back saying:
“CALLING ALL GRADE 9 AND ABOVE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS TO HEAD DOWN TO THE BASEMENT. I REPEAT, ALL GRADE 9 AND ABOVE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS TO HEAD DOWN TO THE BASEMENT. THIS IS YOUR PRINCIPAL SPEAKING. THANK YOU. ”
The three of them agreed to head together down to the basement.
They started walking out of the classroom.
A few minutes later, they arrive and reached the top of the basement.
There were so many students around them, now feeling nervous and excited, Jay strike up a conversation with the other two.
“The moment we’ve been waiting for is finally here. You guys ready? ” Jay excitedly said and then look at Joe and Loue.
“Yep! You know, I’m so hype right now that I feel like… I-I’m… having…a- a… p-panic…a-attack.” Joe said while breathing heavily.
Loue and Jay suddenly look at Joe’s sweaty face.
The only thought that crossed their minds were…
‘Seriously, does it have to be right now?’
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Author’s Note:
*NJ- Network Jammer; a device that jams signal.
*Stream- a futuristic name for the internet.
*Communicator- It is a futuristic cell phone. Looks like a fashionable bracelet for girls and a wrist band for boys. Cheap ones activate through voice command while the expensive ones can directly read the owner's brainwaves.
Also walking is highly encourage inside all educational institution, so that students will maintain their fitness even if its year 2040.
This.is.IMAGINATION.