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The distant sound of the bath alarm awoke me; my mother must have wanted a bath. I rolled about lethargically for a couple of minutes before sitting up and getting out of bed. The cyborg housebot was already making my bed, and it soon looked as though no one had ever slept in it.

For my transport to school that day, I decided to opt for my hover board.  As elegantly as a swan gliding through the water, I sailed through the air. On route, I was feeling thirsty. Luckily I spotted a hovering ice cream man, so I stopped for a drink. My thirst quenched, I proceeded on to school, which was by then only a few blocks away. Along the way, mum rang me on my wrist videophone, I was a little surprised that I actually heard it ringing as I had my music on at the time. I arrived at school with five minutes to spare. With my hover board safely attached to the front of my bag, I joined my friends who were sitting near the school entrance, chatting.

Soon the bell sounded indicating the beginning of the first period. It was English. Once everyone was seated the plasma screen flicked into life and our teacher for this lesson could be seen. The lesson seemed to drag on, and to add to this we were given a mass of homework. Next up was history. We didn’t have a plasma screen teacher for history. As the government believed that V.R history teachers aren’t a patch on the real thing. The topic for the present term was the Gulf War. Most people found this really interesting, including myself, with so much fighting, blood and gore, keeping my attention was no problem. The teacher didn’t give us any homework today, but said to expect some on Friday.

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Break was always fun. Someone usually brought in his or her doom ball. John Munk had brought his in that day. Everyone congregated in the yard to play. Mel was especially good at dodging the ball. Like a humming bird around nectar, the ball hovered in front of me. I pulled back my foot and let loose a ferocious shot. It shot forward with quite some speed and velocity and cannoned into the side of Mark. He was knocked down instantly and walked off, a little disappointed at being eliminated so early in the game. Luckily I managed to last ...

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