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“Mrs. Ramsey, We need to take little Geoff here for the blood test you know the rules ma’am”. The deep voiced doctor said talking the newborn from her hands. The baby cried as the doctor took his blood handing back to the loving mother.
3 years before the birth of Geoff Ramsey the Government found a way to see what job the person was meant to have. It was good for all it would mean no more homeless, jobless people. No more spending trillions of dollars on a college only to find you didn't belong. It was wonderful. The world seemed brighter when everyone knew their place in it.
But today wasn't bright. Not for The Ramsey.
“Achievement hunter?? What the fuck is that?’ Mr. Ramsey asked the doctor.
“I’m.. I’m not sure sir. We assure you that the test is right but if you wish we can run it again.” The doctor said unsure of his own answer
They ran the test three more times each time the words Achievement hunter flashed on the screen.
“This isn't the first time something like this has happened sir. I’m sure your son will be fine, After all this is fate.” The doctor said before leaving the room.
Mr. Ramsey looked at his son, Same blue eyes and dark hair, so much for a good life.
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When Geoff was 8 he asked his dad what a ‘Achievement hunter’ was, and when his father came up with no answer Geoff figured it was just something secret like a spy or something cool like that.
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When he was 13 he had no place in school. Everyone had split up into learning curves for there jobs and it left Geoff with a the mundane workers and the stay at home fathers and mothers.
He wouldn't lie, he was angry about being an ‘Achievement Hunter’ No one in the fucking world seemed to know what it was and he was angry. No friends, No help, Not another person seemed to have the words flash on there screen as well. It made the 13 year old angry. Geoff wanted to know how his life would be. That was the whole fucking point of the test. To make life easier, to assure to people that they had a place in this god forsaken world.
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life only got harder for Geoff. Kids in his middle school shunned him for his lack of a proper job. The only time someone would even look in his direction was to call him a name or pick a fight.
Freshman year was hell. Geoff got into so many fights the school didn't even know what to do with him. His parents were at wits end trying to help their son.
“Geoff you have to stop fighting with other kids” His mother said kindly at dinner.
“What am I meant to do mom? Let them kick my ass?” Geoff spat back.
This wasn't the first time they had this conversation and Geoff was tired of his mother thinking he was the one starting it.
“Don’t use that language with your mother Geoffrey” His father said sternly.
“There is no use in fighting it. I should just drop out! No one even knows what a fucking Achievement hunter is” Geoff yelled standing and heading to his room.
Geoff’s father called after him but the slam of the door was enough of an answer for them.
They loved their son, but he was right. Achievement Hunter wasn't anything to anyone.
The next day Geoff got into a fight with two ‘doctors’. They were taller and stronger than Geoff but that wouldn't stop him from standing his ground. It didn't take long for teachers to break it up.
And Geoff was sent home with a black eye and a paper that said for him to never return.
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“What are we meant to do with him? He has to finish high school. We have to do something” Geoff overheard his mother crying to his father.
“I know sweetheart. I know. Maybe we can call someone? See if anyone else has that job title?”
“Yeah.. Maybe. In the mean time my sister says she’ll take him for a while. So he can go to school still. Once we find jobs in Austin we’ll move out too.” His mother said sniffling
Geoff should’ve been mad. He should be angry with his mother and father for shipping him off to Austin Texas, But he wasn’t. Why would he be? He had no friends, and barely a family dynamic.
So he got on the plane with no fuss. He started school at Austin high with no fuss, and when kids wanted to beat him up he let them. He figured that it was better than to fight at this point.
He kept quiet and hung his head low. Taking punches and names like water off a ducks back.
He didn't talk to anyone
Until the day Jack Pattillo walked into his math class.