201220127 years ago in Science Fiction
My iWatch feels heavy on my wrist as dad drives along the highway, heading for my school. There's a parent teacher conference today, and dad is the one attending it. My older sister sits in the front. Her shrill voice hurts my ears, even with my headphones, and I fiddle with a button on the side of my iWatch, turning the sound up so high that Sweet Tragedy, my favorite band, is all I can hear.
I glance out the window, watching buildings flash by. It's December, and the glass fogs where my breath touched it. I lift my hand, and gently press a finger to the steamed-up glass, creating swirls patterns in the mist, finger moving in time to the music in my ears.
My eyes wander back to the road ahead. The cracked asphalt looks the same, every day. Worn out, and like it will fall apart if just one more car drives over it, cracks spreading across it like the milk I spilled at breakfast. The buildings are tall and gray, although I suppose th