Crossed Love

Just another day

Sun peaked through my little window. I got out of bed, carefully pulling the sheets back up and placing the pillows nicely. Instead of changing I stayed in my night dress and walked into the kitchen. The tile bringing chills to my feet. Our house was old and broken, tiles chipped, just like everyone else's. Well except for the "Turned".

They had everything. Perfect clothing, perfect hair, perfect food. It almost seemed like they were from a different planet. They lived in beautiful houses and had beautiful gardens. I've always wanted to be able to run and play in one of them instead of working as a maid all day. Well, that isn't totally true. I work as a maid, go to school and have breaks every now and then.

You may wonder why were so different then the "Turned", well were called the "crossed". The "Premium" make up our lives. Their the government. They were the ones who split us up into ether the "Turned" or "Crossed". Everyone gets tested at 6 months, or as we call it "Sets". We never truly learn how we were created untill "Set 20" or as you would call it "20 years." Im turning 16 in 6 days.

I grabbed some bread and butter. After carefully slicing the bread I grabbed the butter knife and spread the butter. After breakfast I went to my room and got ready for the day. I had 3 days off this week and today was one of them. I searched through my almost empty closet for my dress. It was a white and grey. I brushed my dark brown hair out thoroughly and braided it into a long braid. Slipping on my worn out shoes I grabbed my satchel and went out the door.

It was a nice summer day. I decided to spend sometime at the field. I walked up the stone path and sat down under a tall oak tree. I pulled my book out of my satchel and leaned up against the tree. In just a few minutes I was asleep. "Ouch!" I said. I looked down to see a baseball ball right beside me. As I looked up a man around my age reached out for my hand. I accepted it and stood up, brushing off pieces of grass. "Are you alright?" The man asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. I sensed him looking at my arm where the ball hit. "Your arms bruised." He said. "I'll be okay." I said. As if he didn't hear me he pulled out a tube of cream from his back pocket. He squeezed out the size of a nickel and gently took my arm. He rubbed it over the spot I was hit. I felt a bit uncomfortable at first but it didn't bother me after a few seconds.

"You should be better in no time." He said. I gave him a little smile. "Thank you." I replied. "Oh wait. I didn't get your name." He said. "I'm Amelia." I said. "What a beautiful name." I blushed. "I'm Mason. Well I better get going. See you around." He replied. "Bye." I said. It was a good chance I'd meet him again. Fornad was a small city.