I walked to the pond where my mother told me never to swim because it would wash off the special stuff on my arm and would open a cut the length of a snake across my body. So I always tried to stay as dry as possible.
"Swim time!" Screamed the most annoying kid I knew. "Hey, Ordinary," that was my name because all my parents wanted me to be was ordinary. "How about you take a swim!" At the last word he ran towards me and pushed his thumbs onto my shoulders. I fell into the water as a blue light shone off of my wrist where the special stuff covered me. It peeled off to show a blue Z looking scar.
"Ahhh!" Screeched the boy in a high pitched voice,"He's one of the rebellion!" He screamed louder. I tried to conceal the scar as adults started walking over.
Then a guard with a red scar shaped like an R walked up to me and said sternly,"Hold out your wrists." I shakily held out my left wrist when he shouted unexpectedly,"BOTH WRISTS!" I held out my right wrist as he grabbed it. He held out his wrist with his scar and shot it right a my blue Z.
"AHH!" I screamed as I had no other way to describe what I was feeling. It was like my scar was being bitten off by millions of burning teeth. Then he dragged me away as my screams continued to get higher pitched.
