Classic

One

Very, very short a/n before we get started: hello! I really just want to start by saying my that I'm sorry for all of the spelling and grammar mistakes I make, I'm on a mobile wattpad so just assume that it's either my phone or I'm having a rough day.
Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it, and just know that most of these chapters are unedited when I publish them, so their might be a few mistakes that I have to fix later!
But thanks for reading, I hope you like it!!!
~Sof

It was a cloudy, rainy Sunday night. I was home alone. Of course, I was a master procrastinator, so, like most highschool students, I was doing my homework last minute. When I began to get frustrated at a math problem that I just couldn't get right, I threw the hard cover book I was balancing in my lap at the ground and pulled my fingers to my temples, feeling a headache coming on. I yelled at the camera attached to my wall, knowing someone would see it, "Why do you feel the need to give so much homework? If you want us all to have the same intelligence, why not have us all be really stupid, huh? That would work wouldn't it? Because this doesn't work for me!" I sighed and picked the text book back up. I shouldn't be losing my temper. Not when I was just months away from my treatment. I knew better than anyone else that if I was being a rebellious or anything but perfect citizen they would screw up my treatment and make me insane and violent (well, more violent than I am now) and throw me into an asylum, where who knows what would happen. That's just how it works.

But, you must be confused, let me explain to you my world.

I live in a small city called Minneapolis, in Minnesota. I've been here all my life, and I promise you it's nothing like anywhere you've ever been. But, back to the world. After an insane war that went on for about a year and a half, two years before I was born, our government leaders decided that the root of all war and conflict was difference. And that's when the treatment was born. The treatment, despite its name, is a series of dramatic surgeries that involve muscle tissue, your brain, and other horrible things to think about to pretty much make you like everyone else. Your hair is changed to blonde and your eyes to blue. They do things to your brain to make you act like other people, and have their viewpoints to avoid conflict. Then of course they raise you to be exactly like others, even before you can get the surgery. They had tried it before with kids under 18, but they all went insane, killing themselves or being forced into the loony bin. They told us it was for the best, and that it was the only thing we could do to avoid conflict and to create peace. I of course had my own doubts about it, but I kept it to myself. I did this simply because I had no idea if anyone else felt this way, but if they did, they kept their thoughts to themselves. The cameras attached to every wall in every room (yes even the bathroom [darn private parts]) were the source of the countries research. It wasn't just me and my family, of course. Every house I've ever been in has these cameras, as well as every business, hospital, store, and resturant. It's just the way the world works, I used to think. There wasn't much I could do. That is until this fateful day, that started with a knock on my door.