COHEBLE

"Dear citizens," I am woken up by a strange voice. "you are probably wondering where you are." The voice continues and I look around me to see thousands of people waking up as well and looking around for answers to where they are and why?
"You are in C.O.H.E.B.L.E." People are looking to each other with confused looks, I guess no one knows what's going on.
"C.O.H.E.B.L.E. is a abbreviation for Corporation Of Human Evolution By Level Extermination." Some start to panic and I look a bit closer around me to see that I'm not standing near my family, panic shoots into my mind, they could be anywhere.
I start to search through the crowd for some familiar faces, some do the same. I come past some young-adults, teens and pre-teens, but I can't see any one who seems more than five years older or younger than me.
"As many of you know, human race is near to extinct with a small population of 120.000 people on the entire surface of earth." What is she saying? Where is she going with this? 
"There are more people dying than baby's being born." I stop my search an I focus on what the voice is saying.
"You will notice that only a part of the world population is here, your thoughts are right." I seriously doubt that anyone is thinking that.
"You have been chosen based on your physical genes, given to you by your parents." Wait, chosen for what?
"The subjects between the ages twelve and twenty-two are gathered here." I was right about the age part.
"Some of you might have seen the marks on your body's." What marks? I look at my arms and that's when I notice that I am the only one with a bare ankle. When I look at my ankle, I can see a tattoo of God knows what and my eyes widen in shock.

"You've got a tattoo?" My mom runs at me in shock when I step through the kitchen door.
"No, mom I-" I'm cut off because my mom grabs my arm and lifts it to her face.
I can see her mouth open for a word but she all I can hear is a sort of mumble in a distance, as if someone tried to mutter her whilst she was saying it.
"-what have you done, don't you know how dangerous it is. You could get infections and God knows how many STD's" I start laughing.
"Mom, first of  all, you can't get a STD through a tattoo. Second of all, it's a fake. Some one drew it on me during class to practice." My moms face relaxes in relief, but then she looked kind of disappointed.
"I wish I had something I could punish you by, you're too perfect." She says as she kisses my forehead.
"No mom, I'm not. You and dad just barely punish me with anything." I chuckle and she smiles at me before getting back to what ever she was doing before."