School of FATE: Chapter 1: Surge the Electric

Hello. My name is Shaely Draconine. Well, most called me Scales Draconine. I live in an injustice system of great poverty that's 'eat or be eaten', but hey? Now, some hate me for this, but I'm a killer. I didn't choose to do it, and I'm not a people-hunter, I'm an animal-hunter. People hunters are required to have no emotion. I have emotion! Plant hunters... quite descriptive. The job sounds stupid, right? Now for the description. I know you who read my life at this place think this 'description' stupid, but it actually matters in the story, thanks. Well, I have short midnight blue hair, a silvery-white highlight, a single earring on my right ear, a black silver-lined shirt and silver pants, golden eyes and fair skin. I also usually have Aspen, my snake, coiled around my neck. Let the story commence.
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"Mother... can I.... can I go to school?" My young brother asks. He's a very average boy for our city, and plays by the rules. He's a plant hunter, and is also kind of cute. He's slightly small for his age, and has short light brown hair, dark blue eyes, darkish-tan skin from field work, and a  tiny little tattoo on his forehead, of a lion. I've heard of it, but of course, they live outside of the wall, and even when I go out of the wall, never have I seen one. They were rare, even in York Times. My brother is about to turn 11. My mom drops her bowl she mixed gruel in. It clattered to the floor and one of our hounds, Scott the golden retriever, licked up all of it.
"Well, no breakfast," Our mother was a gentle woman. "Of... of course, Burn. Why not? Now, which one? Jackson Pit? Reeal? Panpoor?" (His nickname was Burn. His real name was Ash.)
"School of FATE! School of FATE!" He chanted.
"I'm sorry, hon', but you can't go to school. Go collect plants. And you, Scales-- food for tonight. You know your father..."
"But of course, mom." I grabbed my bow and quiver and slung them over my shoulder.
I rush out of the wall at incredible speed. Faster than I had ever gone.
Quickly I nock arrows, leaving the kills to harvest later. One small turkey, a rabbit.
I crash into somebody.
"Hey, hey! Slow down!" A very hot boy with a harvest scythe in his hand points the sharp, wheat-stained blade at me. I quickly position an arrow.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Things don't have to get nasty! Now, who are--"
"Duck." He ducked and I shot the arrow. I hear a loud screech and I know that the turkey I aimed for was shot.
"--you? Um... don't kill me." He squeaked timidly.
"Huh. Like you'd be worth it. Not enough to feed my family."
"What? You're... at hunter? Oh, lucky. None of my family are vegetarians, but we don't have any hunters in the family." He explains. I shoot an incredibly fat rabbit passing.
"That's quite an amount. How big is your family?"
"Uh... one mom, a dad, two brothers, three sisters, me."
"Oh, OK." He looked wistfully at the rabbit carcass. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?" I snap.
"The way you hunt... it's like... you're so used to it. Like you do it every day for hours."
"Do you live in the Goldenrods or something?" The Goldenrods was a place for rich people.
"Yeah. Do you not or something?"
"I live in the Great Poverty. Duck."
He ducked again, and I was about to shoot without him ducking. It was a buck.
An arrow sprouted from the neck.
"What? But you... you hunt well."
"Let me tell you something. Maybe in the Goldenrods you don't hunt for food hours a day. In the Great Poverty, you do. If you want meat so bad... shoot it yourself." I tossed him the bow and sat on a rock, waiting.
He tried stringing the bow. The arrow fell.
I took the bow and strung it slowly, then showed him the hand position.
"What's your name, anyway?" I asked him as he lost yet another arrow.
"Surge, the Electric, the one and only. You?"
"Shaely Draconine. Don't call me that. I go by Scales."
"Scales it is. So, meet me in this spot tommorrow?"
"Huh? Why?"
"I'm itching for some good meat."
"What......? Oh, fine. Normal time."
"You got it, Scaly Dragon!"
"Scales Draconine." I snarled.
"Whoooaaaa. Back up." He said in a fake scared tone. But he walked away, laughing like an idiot.This is me, Shaely Terra Rose Draconine