The Red

The change

We are in the same room. The same room the same people all the time since we were ten. The government sorts us by birthdate. This is because on our 17th birthday we will change. Our hair color which has just been a boring brown for girls and black for men will change to our future jobs. Well except the Reds, the Reds will be through into the inferno. They are sent to there deaths. The others hope to be either blue, purple, green, or yellow. Blues will become future teachers, and caretakers. Purples will become doctors, lawyers, and low ranking officials. Greens will go into some sort of security job. Then there are the yellows they hold all of the high levels of office and officials. Everyone hopes they aren't Red. The loudspeaker blares, it is faint as if you are hearing through a haze. Six minutes. Six minutes before our fate is decided by our hair. Everyone starts to grow restless people look around at there friends. Knowing they will soon be ripped from them. I look at some of them thinking how one simple thing could change so many relationships. Two minutes. The door opens seven officials dressed all in white with helmets on come in . The are stationed in the room to grab any Reds. Thirty seconds. Everyone is jumpy thinking at any second the Reds will attack. A simple bell goes off and people start looking at there hair. I slowly look up and grab my hair. It's purple. Then it slowly starts to change maybe blue. I however am not so lucky. Red. A red you only see at sunset. Everyone is looking around they then spot me they start to scream and point. The officials corner me and only me. I look around and see I'm the only Red.  I couldn't breathe I couldn't seem to realize that I would die. They start to slowly walk towards me I step back and gently hit the wall. I then turn and see one of the officials come towards me with a syringe and felt a small pinch. Before everything faded to a soft grays and blacks.