I venture into the packed hallway, seemingly stretching infinitely down the corridor. This life is mine now; I'm comfortable with the odd harmony of screams as the little children run below our knees in pursuit of finding eachother in their childish games that have seemed to be wiped from my memory. Unlike others who anxiously stare at the Keepers of whom surround our well-secured building, I am comfortable with them. Or at least I pose to be. One thing that does aggrivate me, though, is the obvlivious teenagers that prance around like they own this place.
They don't tell us how the usual atttitude is in either of the two Divisions, but my idea is set clear on how it is for both already. The group of teenage girls who think they're all that, aren't. In fact, they're as stupid as they are when they first came into the Dome. I was told that I was once in their Division, too. The only bizzare difference being, I was taken from my family at the same time as the ones in the Hidden were. I'm glad for it, though.
As two of the girls pass by me, the first sticks out her tongue at me and I roll my eyes. They're the snobbiest, and most disrespectful beings I've ever managed to meet, sadly. As the pair of them leave a gust of their horrifyingly disgusting purfume behind, I can see that they've reversed their uniform into something that'd be much more suiting for them, and much more uncomfortable for anyone with a sensible mind.
Their only tool was scissors, for their attempt to re-create their shirts and pants. Sadly enough for them, the threads hanged loose from their choppily cut cropped top. Nonetheless, it looked stupid. What was meant to be fully written on the shirt, "SUBJECT OF MAZE", was cut off and only the first part remained. To follow with the lovely piece, their pants were cut short at their thighs, revealing each two repulsively hairy feminine legs.
