Her alarm rung through her room, earning a groan from the young brunette as she waved a hand over the small block that sat on her nightstand, the annoyance of a sound shutting off. She rolled over, stubborn to get out of bed, though her room woke her up by raising the shades on her windows, letting the bright light of the sun flood through the room, having her squint at the intensity of it. She swung her feet off her bed and looked at the clock that sat on the bed side table, the date reading February 4, 2278.  She stood and stretched her arms high above her head, yawning as she walked to one of her large windows, looking out at the growing city around her. Boston had significantly improved over the past hundred years alone, becoming one of the largest capital cities of the world. Many could only dream of living in such a space, though, not all was as luxurious as it seemed.<br/><br/>The population was separated into five different classes. From poorest to wealthiest there is the Destitute, Lower, Middle, Upper, and Wealthy. People were born into their class, and they can't do much if anything at all the change their placement. One thing that someone could do, is marry into a higher class, though that rarely happened. Courting and marrying someone that was below ones' ranking was considered frowned upon, and was labeled as an insult to their family.<br/><br/>Charlotte and her twin brother, James, were children to William and Claire Montgomery. Their parents were the founders, and owners, of cyTek, one of, if not the largest cybernetic companies in the world. Due to their success, the Montgomery family was one of the wealthiest families in the world, but also one of the hated. Her family was corrupt, and she wouldn't deny it. They cared not for the lower classes of citizens, and only put their effort into gaining more wealth. They preferred her brother over herself, as he shared their views. Charlotte on the other hand, was a polar opposite from her corrupt family. She didn't understand why people were shunned simply for their rank, which they had no control over. She felt that a person's value should be based on who they are, not what they were ranked.<br/><br/>Her parents did not have Charlotte's concern or interest in mind whenever they made any major decision, which was a reason that she did not wish to get out of bed today. Her parents had arranged the young roboticist to marry a man named Justin Van Zandt, a wealthy man with interest in the company, and quite the ego. They didn't want her to marry him because they thought she would be good with him, they wanted her to marry him so that he was automatically an asset to the company. Today, they were to go to brunch with his family.<br/><br/>"Charlotte! You best be down in fifteen minutes!" Her mother called to her from downstairs, no empathy in the woman's voice.<br/><br/>Charlotte groaned and ran a hand through her brunette locks, sighing deeply. She knew better than to argue, she had argued for months, years, her entire life, with her family. She was past arguing. She simply didn't speak. She kept quiet, all the time unless directly spoken to. She wasn't shy, that wasn't it, she was just...done.<br/><br/>She dressed in a white dress, her hair falling over her shoulders, some wisps in front of her eyes as she looked herself over in the mirror. She frowned at her appearance, not agreeing with the forced look of 'rich', but she was told to wear the outfit, so she did. She opened her door and made her way downstairs, not surprised to see her family already walking to the car without her. She took a look around her home, a frown etched on her face as she walked out of the doors, closing it behind her.<br/><br/>She climbed inside the car, her entire family sitting in the back as a driver sat at the wheel, though the car itself didn't need much navigating. It drove itself, and was completely accident proof. Charlotte was staring out the window at the passing buildings, when she heard her name being called from somewhere beside her. She perked up, blinking. "Yes?"<br/><br/>"Charlotte, your mother and I were just thinking that maybe we could get you a personal trainer? Thomas has one, you know Thomas, and it has done him wonders." Her father raised an eyebrow, her mother nodding.<br/><br/>"And why would I need a trainer?" Charlotte sighed, though she assumed she already knew the answer.<br/><br/>"Well, you're to marry Justin Van Zandt, you need to fit the role. He would marry a small, thin girl, and you've begun to put on some weight, muscle or otherwise." Charlotte sighed to herself and zoned out from the conversation, leaning her head back against the window. However, her thoughts were interrupted when the car swerved before coming to a halt, a loud thump heard from the front of it. She snapped her head up, sitting up as the driver cussed, stepping outside and running to the front. She heard him ask for someone to call for an ambulance, her heart pounding. She immediately went to leave the car, wanting to make sure that no one was hurt, but her father grabbed her wrist before she could try.<br/><br/>"No, you are not leaving this car, stay here." And with those words, her family got out of the car, leaving her alone. They walked around the front, her brother bending down. She undid her seat belt and leaned over the front seat, covering her mouth in horror when she saw a young man laying on the ground, in obvious pain. She wanted so desperately to help him, but she knew that if she tried, she would be murdered by her mother. She sat back in her seat, tears in her eyes as she looked around at the new gathering of people.<br/><br/>This was definitely not good.