Entering Society

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I wake up too the sound if a bell, you know that irritating, loud, clanging sound? Well that's what this bell sounds like. Then Kendra comes over, her hair, seriously, it looks like a tornado, most bad case of bed hair I've ever seen!

"Kendra, what's that bell supposed to mean? And what happened to your hair?" I ask tiredly.

"Well Sheila, for one, your hair looks more like a fuzz ball than actual hair, and that bell you just herd, it's the wake up bell. Which means it's 6:30am." Kendra replies.

"Oh really, I would prefer if they'd wake us up at 8:00am rather than 6:30am!" I exclaim.

Well, if you want Sheila, we can go to the clothing shack and get you some better clothes. Kendra asks.

"Sure Kendra, let's go." I say.

"Okay Sheila, incase you were wondering the way we pay for stuff, clothes, food, our beds, it's all with edge cash, how do you get edge cash? Well, it's easy, with doing some work of course, but the good thing is, that you get to chose where you work, for an example, you can work at the cafeteria, in the clothes shop, bye the food growing area, ( also known as the food produce section. ) Well, look at that, we're here!" Kendra says.

The clothes shop, doesn't look as bad as our cabins, it has white tiled floors, blue walls, and all the clothes you could possibly want.

"Go ahead Sheila, pick out anything, you want, it's fine, I'll pay for it." Kendra says.

So, I do as Kendra says, and I go pick out a nice outfit. It includes a black Aeropostale tank top, and grey old navy leggings, I also pick out a black hair clip, and some black, flats.

"Alright then, Clerk! We have an outfit over here!" Kendra says as the clothing clerk comes over, scans me, and says, that will be 16.9* please. Kendra hands the clerk the money, then we leave.

"That was so awesome! And fast too!" I say. Kendra and me are walking back too the cabins, putting our stuff under our bunks, and heading to the cafeteria to get some breakfast.

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"These, are the best, who knew you fold an egg then put the bacon in, genius!" I say.

"You can thank James for that, he's one of the cooks here." Kendra says.

"Well, then thank you James!" I say.

The cafeteria, worse than the clothing store, but better than the cabins, it has grey, metal floors, and white walls, and the tables are white, but they are starting to rust.

"So, umm Kendra, do like it here, you know, in the edge?" I ask.

"Well, umm, not really, but it's not like I really have a choice, even if I wanted to escape, I couldn't, because at day, at night, in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, people are watching the cliff for trespassers, and if they catch you, they will kill you, I mean not the quick and painless, death that comes with shooting, but the slow very painful one, that comes with stabbing, and bleeding to death." Kendra exclaims.

"Oh wow, well that's harsh." I say.

"Yeah I know, like a couple days ago, there was this guy named Jerry, and he was caught sneaking around after dark, and you know what they did to him? They shot him on the spot, in the stomach, called us out of our cabins, and made us watch him die, and if any of us tried to help, we would join him, if any of us tried to leave, we would join him. It's so scary, I still get nightmares." Kendra says.

"Again, oh wow." I say. "I can't believe that the leaders of the edge would do this to innocent people." I say.

"Yeah, I know. And, Sheila, what do you say about going to the salon, and again, it's fine, I'll pay for it." Kendra says.

"Yeah sure Kendra, just let me finish this last piece of toast." I say.

The pic is of Sheila in her new clothes. How's the editing going so far guys? I'd love to hear your opinion! Just comment!

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