Chapter 1: Prototypes
Pitter Patter, pitter patter, the cold droplets of drizzle gently fell onto the dark streets of London. Although it wasn't severe rain, it was still enough to see patterns of black umbrellas scattered across the city. The mundane, but still slightly colourful busy roads that contained different people, with their own destination. However, just like any path in life, there must be obstacles on the way to your destination.
"So what interview have you been to mate? Got all dressed up and that...how did it go?" asked the taxi driver, although it sounded much more like a command because of his harsh northern accent. After catching the occasional whiff of alcohol once again, Matthew chuckled and answered.
"Yeah man, went to a uni one. I hope it all goes alright. I'm going to Oxford you know? So I had to dress up well." This caused the driver to glance back at Matthew, and show a faint smile, which was probably for the best as he smiled, his discoloured teeth caused Matthew to momentarily flinch, luckily the driver couldn't tell. A moment after, he burst out laughing.
"Oh we got a posh boy 'ere! No wonder I picked you up from the train station! Well then, remember me once you're rich mate- Actually, you're already rich aren't ya? Going to Oxford, and you don't look like a smart one..." It was almost as if the taxi driver was waiting for Matthew to react, but didn't. He simply laughed. Instead, he looked out of the the window covered in tiny droplets, looking at the bars, homes and shops as the car drove closer to home.
"My Mum was really proud when she found out. Fuck, surprised even. It's not everyday that some random kid from Croydon gets to go to Oxford innit?" Matthew tried to say the last part with a laugh, but nerves came instead. "I just hope they let me in." He mumbled, although the driver heard anyway.
"Well, we're home now. Good luck with your uni stuff. You better not end up a taxi driver like me!" The man laughed, as Matthew smiled in the way of a farewell, and left the car. As soon as he unlocked the door and went in, he'd be met with the smiles of Ryan and Tyler, before hearing Olivia talking to the guy she's 'Getting closer to' before entering the kitchen and seeing the relieved smile of his mother. A familiarity that he'd never lose. Or, so Matthew thought.
"Theo? You're off in the clouds again... come on!" The snapping on someone's fingers, followed up with a weirdly elegant smell that couldn't be anyone from Matthew's family. Then the familiar noise of being on a train from before rung out in his ears. Eventually, he finally opened his eyes, for them to be met by the irritated look of an attractive woman of mixed race, Matthew assumed to be in their early twenties. Matthew soon looked around in fear, why on earth was he on a train? And why is he here? Wasn't he just about to go back home. Matthew tried to say where the fuck he was, but it came out as:
"S-Sorry sis...didn't catch too many Z's last night..."
"Well, get some!" The woman exclaimed, slamming her first on the brown table between them, getting Matthew's full attention. "I'm tired of hauling your ass around like you're some dead-weight!"
Matthew wanted to yell, scream, anything that could make this woman see that he was disturbed. But nothing came out. Despair started to infest from Matthew, and after a glance at his light brown skin, different from the pasty white skin he had before, fear started to take over. The woman returned to her phone, whilst Matthew tried to understand what the hell was happening to him.
Soon, the train stopped as passengers were getting off. Matthew's supposed sister stood up, and without any control over, Matthew stood up as well. Nothing was making any sense. Questions flew around his mind, quickly being replaced by the next question. Once he walked out of the train, a revelation hit him.
"Welcome to Los Angeles."
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