Day Dream

Sitting at the kitchen table I started to daydream. The smell of the French toast beneath me reached my nose, but I ignored it. I was too busy thinking about joining the Confederate States of America. Today I was of legal age.

As I thought about killing off alien invaders and being the best fighter pilot the CSA had ever seen my mother walked by.

"Finish your breakfast. It may be your birthday, but that doesn’t mean you’re invincible."

But I was. I was going to join the force that had evaded asteroids and help defend the planet against rogue invasions of Alien forces. It kind of took away the fun of guessing what the strange lights in the sky were though.

"You heard me you eight-year-old heathen."

I frowned at her. "Gratitude for your intellectually stimulating speech."

"Don’t back talk me young man. Just because you’ve been studying since you were born doesn’t mean I can’t make your butt so red it’ll look like a cherry."

Giving up I took a bite of my toast. Then looked up at my mother again, who was washing dishes in the sink. "And you don’t talk to me like that. You talk to your professors like that, not me."

"Yes, mother."

"Mom."

I repeated her dialogue then took a drink of the milk in front of me. My mom always told me about her days growing up at a farm in Indiana. Although Indiana had broken away from the Union years ago, this was before, when the United States of America still existed. Now it had divided into three parts.

She wiped her hands off with a near-by towel, then ran her hands through her blond hair, pushing it behind her ears. She was reasonably fit and strong, and as much as I hated hearing it over and over, beautiful. It was most likely she was just as well built as she had been back on the farm.

"Anything special going on at school today?"

"Final exams. I’m glad this is my last day though. Nuclear physics is the most boring class anyone could have."

She smiled and turned to open the refrigerator. "You know you were lucky to be picked for this project, don’t you?"

"Yes. The Confederate States of America has been good to me and through that kindness we will rule the other two-thirds of the former United States." I stated it as I had heard it the past three million times in my life.

My mother drank the last of the milk straight from the carton. "Don’t patronize your country like that. They’re just trying to, to-"

"-To make me appreciate what they’re trying to do for the good of the former union?"

"Yes and finish your breakfast. You still have to be on time even though it’s your last day of school."

"I wish I could start training today."

"You will soon enough. You have to finish your education first."

"Most kids my age are learning the Dewey Decimal System."

"Most kids your age don’t have to train to become agents for their country and restore the order that should be at power. You are going to school today young man;" she turned her back to me and reached inside the sink again.

"Thought I was a kid."

* * *

My school was the top secret "if I told you I’d have to kill you" area of the White House. The building still stood after the break-up, which in itself was supposed to show that the CSA was the truest American country. The media used that as its unlimited ammo for propaganda.