Pink hair or her usual silver hair?

America looks into the mirror, confused as to which mask she should put on today. After a long time of pondering, she decided her look. Today, her appearance would be simple: her natural silver hair, green eye contacts and baggy clothes to hide her figure. She added a cap on her head. America used a darker shade of foundation to change up her skin tone. Instead of looking 'cappuccino', she looked a sickly yellow. People often stared at her silver hair, asking how she had dyed it to look so natural, but America was born with a genetic defect that made her head hair silver and the rest of the hair on her body brown.

After finishing painting her face with a thick layer of make-up, she stared at the finished product. She wasn't always like this, changing her look every two weeks, trying to keep herself unidentifiable. She lived a normal life, well as normal as life could be for an 'almost' adult in the year 2044.

Since the year 2038, a law was passed that the age of adulthood is sixteen, meaning the age of consent lowered to fourteen. This resulted in fourteen year old parents which messed up the society, since fourteen year olds don't have the best sense of morality or responsibility. Riots, protests and attacks knocked some sense into the government to change the age of consent to sixteen and the age of adulthood to eighteen. Well, it wasn't the riots, it was America. No, not the country. America, the girl who tugged her silver strands, wondering what was wrong with her. She was the reason why this law was passed.

America's gaze shifted to a picture on her dresser. In that picture, was a small happy family; America, her parents and her younger sister, Holland. Her mother had a weird obsession with naming her children after places she visited before they were colonized by the UN to equally give the world space to live. Her gaze lingered on the soft, innocent face of Holland, heart contouring in pain. Holland was fourteen when she died. Due to this new law, her boyfriend, at the time, raped her, causing her to become pregnant and die during labor. He asked her if they could live in sin but Holland, being the intellectual she is, refused, obviously resulting in rape. The poor girl's body wasn't matured enough to handle the pain of labour.

America pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, that was ringing. She still remembered the tear-streaked face of her sister, when she told America what had happened. She remembered the heart-shattering noises escaping Holland while she explained. She remembered the times Holland sobbed herself to sleep. She remembered the times where she had to hold her sister's hair while she puked into the toilet. She remembered the doctor's adviced for her not to abort the baby. Holland was too small, too young. She remembered the anger of her mother at Holland for not being strong enough to push him away. America had gotten so angry at her mother, that they got into a fight, causing America to make rash decisions.

Everyone worked in the tech field, doing small jobs or high end jobs. America had learnt coding and hacking as a hobby. America had the gift of coding in her, she was a professional. An unnoticed professional. She managed to hack into the government database, change the age of consent and adulthood, deleting all traces of her IP address, but leaving a small virus in the system to distract the technicians from her change. Word got out that the law was change so the protests and riots ceased, making the government keep the changed law, to prevent anymore causalities and pestering people. Mainly, the pestering people. The government would be happy if more people died, so they could get more space for more important people.

Dusting off her baggy clothes, grabbing her holo-bracelet, iGlasses and her bag, she ran out of the shabby place she called home. Putting on her iGlasses, the world around her contorted into the virtual version. Labels of usernames floated over everyone, followed with their player level. Overhead, mythical creatures flew, carrying people along with them. A dragon swooped down, causing a crowd to shriek and applaud. Shoving her hands in her pockets, a bubble popped up on the corner of her glasses. 5 minutes till work begins. She rolled her eyes, placing her bag on the floor, pressing a button on it. Folding, it turned to a hover-board. Not those ancient hover-board her mother used in 2018, the new type recently released, that actually hovers in the air. She leaned forward, making the hover-board lunge forwards. A bright green line formed in her vision, guiding her to the place she worked at.

Within five minutes, she pressed the button on her hover-board, making it a backpack once again and strolled into her work. You'd think that robots would take over everything and they did, except Starbucks. Why? No clue. She threw her hair into a bun, before putting her apron on, taking her place at the counter, waiting for the first customer to walk in. She looked at her bracelet, clicking one of the buttons, making a hologram form in front of her, only for my eyes to see. There were certain holograms that could be viewed by anyone, but some holograms were private, unless you invite someone to watch with you. She scrolled through her memory clouds that she saved when she heard the familiar ding of the door, signaling that it was time to go to work. Closing her clouds, she put on a smile and greeted, "Hello! Welcome to Starbucks! What would you like to have today?"

The boy in front of her replied with, "Frappuccino."

"One Frappuccino, anything else?

The boy shook his head.

"Alright. What is your good name?"