The cot smelled musty and slightly damp as she opened her eyes, realizing that today Quinn and other 15-year-old's were to go to the Base and take their tests. February of 15's. 15 is a scary number here, and she had finally reached the fearful age last week.
Quinn sat up and looked around, finding her mom making another bowl of rice for breakfast. Their run-down apartment was basically just two rooms. The kitchen and dining room took the back wall while two small beds took the right side. The left wall had the door to the bathroom and laundry room. Lastly, the front wall was the books, photos, and special things they've kept, along with the closet where our limited amounts of clothing hung on broken hangers.
"Hey Quinn," her mom walked over and kissed her forehead. She mumbled a hello and grabbed a towel from under her cot, then reached for the shampoo and conditioner. "I'm going to bathe," she told her mom. "Make sure to be here to eat before it's time to go." Nodding, Quinn slipped out into the light pink sky and headed for the river.
The trail led her usual way down into the lower valleys where everyone bathed in the river. It was deep enough for all, and most people didn't have the luxury of a shower, so they used the small rivers that weren't a dark green from pollution.
When she found the river, Quinn spotted few kids splashing and laughing, the smiles on their faces frustrating her. They don't have to worry about The Gathering. She silently walked onto a less worn out trail to a small hot springs no one knew about, except for her best friend Link and her mom.
Quietly she slipped out of her clothes until she was in her bra and underwear. Quinn slowly walked into the hot springs, taking a relaxed breath out. She closed her eyes and laid back, floating along lily pads and small fish swimming past. If only I could stay here, not having to worry about the world and The Gathering.
A small rustle of the bushes signaled her of her friend's arrival. Quinn laughed. "Hey Link," She perked up, making sure to keep her shoulders covered by the warm water. It was cold out.
Link, a sandy-haired boy with dark hazel eyes, smiled at her. He was wearing shorts and a hoodie, stained from dirt and mud. Around his neck was a cute seashell necklace Quinn made for him when she was four.
"Hey," he took off his hoodie and shorts, leaving on his underwear. They weren't fazed by each other since they grew up swimming and bathing together since Quinn found the springs when she was three.
Link waded in, closer and closer to Quinn until they were side by side, treading through the water. "So, how are you feeling?" He looked at her, trying to decipher her facial expressions. Quinn took a deep breath.
Link was 16, and he was a blue aura. He was most likely to become a psychiatrist, but that was for him to chose from. Link could pick from 20 jobs for his aura. Blue suits him. He's loyal, calm, and helps me relax. He's also very supportive and doesn't like much attention pointed towards him, Quinn thought to herself.
Every year on February of 15's, our government has one day where every 15-year-old will gather at the Base and take a test to determine what their aura is. There are so many colors: red, orange, yellow, green, turquoise, blue, purple, pink, brown, black, grey, and white.
Red is a dangerous aura to everyone. The most important people were red aura. Some good people include George Washington, Frida Kahlo, Albert Einstein, and so many more. Some not so good people include Hitler, Golden State Killer, and such.
Rumor has it that whenever someone's result is red, they aren't seen again. Most people say they're killed. Some say they're used for a top-secret government experiment.
"I'm just nervous that I won't like what my aura is." she took a deep breath. Link rubbed her shoulder kindly and gave her a squeeze. "You'll be amazing, it's not super hard. The test just wants to see your emotional and mental side of you."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "What about our personality, huh?" She huffed. "Yeah, that kind of sucks but you know it's just how things are, and we can't fix it."
Link checked his watch. "Crap, you have to go!" Quinn checked her watch too and realized she really did. Link rushed out of the springs with her and helped gather her stuff.
Her wet hair clung to the back of her as she washed the shampoo and conditioner out of her hair, got her clothes on, and ran back to her house with Link.
"Go get dressed and eat, I'll be there today for you," he gave a reassuring smile. She nodded, and opened the front door. She smiled at Link while he turned to walk away.
hey guys,
i hope you like this first chapter of my book... and it might be a little slow at first. plus, sorry if my writing in third person isn't the best. i don't do it very often. i've also never written a dystopian book so please don't judge, haha. next chapter you'll see how it's dystopian. (fyi: it's supposed to be Febuary of 15's... it's how they say the years and stuff in their future.)
anyways, hope you liked it! below is a link as to how i found what each color means, and from there i will see what kind of jobs fit them, and that's how their future plans out. sorry if this makes no sense, i'm rambling haha.
kind reminder to like, share, comment, and vote! it means the absolute world to me! :)
love,
rye (the author)
link: https://www.color-meanings.com/#red
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Changing Colors
Action**Book 1 of The Aura's series** "Since 2060, we have been part of an elite program, even now in 3045. Here, in a world built on fear and aura's, the government we have has chosen to categorize our people into different jobs and work as a citizen bas...
