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Science fiction story

So I had a creative writing assignment to write a science fiction story. Thoughts, feedback, or criticisms?

It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my favorite yellow, puffy shirt with some DKNY skinny jeans, and my tan pumps with the matching handbag. I was waiting for my manager to pick me up and take me to the photoshoot set for ELLE Magazine. I was waiting for him for at least an hour. I was freezing to death, that's how cold it gets in the winter in Los Angeles. I got tired of waiting so I went back inside to my condo, grabber my keys, and drove to the nearest Starbucks. Starbucks was full, but I did not care because I needed hot chocolate to warm me up. When my hot chocolate was ready, I went to my car and sat there with the AC blowing hot air at full speed. I was really worried that I would lose my spot in ELLE Magazine if my manager did not call me soon. My train of thought was interrupted by a knock on my window. When I looked out the window, there was a little boy standing there looking at me with hopeless eyes. I immediately opened the door and asked him what he needed.

"Science fiction," the boy said.

I tilted my head, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Science fiction," the boy said.

His voice was a perfect monotone. It was scaring me. "Do you want a science fiction book to read? Is that it?" I asked, more out of courtesy than of genuine desire to help him.

"Science fiction," the boy said.

"Alright..." I turned off my car's AC and stepped out, pulling my handbag from the passenger seat. "There's a bookstore nearby, maybe we can find some of your science fiction books there." What was with this kid? I was always more of a romance fan than a sci-fi person anyway.

"Science fiction," the boy said.

"I get it, I get it! Stop saying that," I nearly shouted, irritated.

"Science fiction," the boy said.

"Whatever." I set a brisk pace down the street, and the boy followed.

The bookstore was part of a large chain called Narnes & Bobles. Huge bookstores like these tended to scare me. How could anyone possibly enjoy being surrounded by books? It reminded me of my English teacher's classroom. That wasn't a pleasant memory at all.

"Science fiction," the boy said.

We were standing in front of the science fiction section.

"These are science fiction books," I said, kneeling to look him in the eye. "Look!" Pulling a book at random off the shelf, I showed him the cover. "It's Callisto by Han Rimmons. Doesn't this look interesting?"

"Science fiction," the boy said.

He was really starting to annoy me. "How about this?" I asked, standing up and shoving Callisto into an empty slot in the bookshelf. "I'll take you to the information desk, and maybe we can find a nice science fiction book for you."

"Science fiction," the boy said.

"Shut up," I whispered to myself.

I left the boy at the science fiction section and left to find the front desk. The clerk working there was lazily pressing keys on his laptop. He didn't notice me until I rapped my knuckles against the desk countertop.

"Excuse me, do you have any science fiction books for this boy to read?" I asked, trying to sound polite.

"Science fiction," the clerk said.

He had the exact same monotone voice as the boy. It was disturbing.

"Umm, about my question," I repeated. "I know about science fiction, I'm looking for some science fiction books..."

"Science fiction," the boy said.

"Science fiction," the clerk said.

The boy was suddenly standing behind me. I wanted to scream. Maybe I hadn't woken up and I was still dreaming. Maybe I was in my car and I had fallen asleep, and the boy had never tapped on my window, and my manager was coming to pick me up for the photoshoot. Or maybe I had left the engine running in the car as I slept, and the toxic pollution was killing me while I was left helpless in my dream to awaken. Or maybe a meteor had crashed into the car and killed me, and this was an out-of-body experience. Or maybe the car had turned into a giant robot that was fighting off alien intruders to save the world, and I was its pilot. Great. Now I was starting to think "science fiction."

"I think I'm gonna go get a coffee," I muttered. Neither the boy nor the clerk noticed; they were staring blankly at each other. Maybe it was just some crazy sci-fi nerd thing going on, like a holiday. What a creepy holiday. A coffee sounded really good.

"Science fiction," the cashier said.

I stared at him in shock, holding an iced frappuchino in one hand and a dollar bill in the other.

"Please don't tell me you just said what I think you said," I groaned, setting the frappuchino on the counter and massaging my temples.

"Science fiction," the boy said.

"Science fiction," the clerk said.

"Science fiction," the cashier said.

The boy and the clerk were somehow standing right behind me.

I screamed and ran out of the bookstore. As I stumbled into the street, I bumped into my photoshoot manager.

"Oh, thank god!" I cried, nearly hugging him. "I met these horribly creepy people, and they wouldn't shut up about their..."

"Science fiction," the manager said.

I jerked back in shock. "Oh... my... god..."

"Science fiction," the boy said.

"Science fiction," the clerk said.

"Science fiction," the cashier said.

"Science fiction," the manager said.

It was more than I could bear. I fell to the ground sobbing. The four men stood in an impassive circle around me and watched me cry.

The boy took out a notepad and jotted something down with a pencil. "That increases the expected chances of the breakdown reaction to thirty-three percent."

"Huh?" said the clerk. "That can't be right. We've had at least four others break down too."

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