Kidnapped

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Melissa

Waiting for school to start I take the time to get ahead in math. I've always struggled in math but trying to start before we get to the section helped me greatly. I'll get the slightest understanding and then having the teacher go over it makes me get the rest. It ain't easy but with how the world is today, I'll take all the help I can get.

About 50 years ago all hell broke lose between citizens and the government. To my understanding it was a life full of riots and war. America was tired of the school systems failing the children and cheaters cheat their way to the top. History is one of my worst subjects but I got the main point of it. Somehow and someway the system we use today was created. In the first few years of school everyone started out in the same classes; as the subjects and material got more complex, that is when the separation between the children emerged. Around the 4th grade is when all the kids took a big test and were put into one of three categories: Advanced, Basic, or Commune.

The Advanced kids were those who were meant to be the doctors, lawyers, or any of the big career out there. They were the ones to be worshiped and made sure got all the possible information to be successful. The Basic kids were your everyday jobs; working at the grocery store, teachers, social workers, anything that is below the hight careers. They didn't get the top education but they were taught quite well compared to the last group. The Commune kids were the lowest of the lows. This was a way of saying "you're either gonna do the shittiest jobs or be homeless". This group were the bus drivers, farmers, car mechanics and anything below. They got basic education but then were taught the majority of what is needed for the careers they could get in to. Many Commune people end up homeless or slaving at ANYTHING they can do for food, or they turned into criminals and getting tied up in nasty shit that will get them killed.

I am grateful to be in the Advanced group that was only recently I was put there. Kids get evaluated regularly and if they meet higher than what is recommend, then they get to be relocated to the next group. Or if they meet lower, they are moved down. I was in the Basic group from 4th grade all the way to the end of 7th. And from 8th grade on I have been in the Advanced group. It isn't easy being here though. Always making sure you get the top scores or fear being relocated to the lower group. It's quite scary if you ask me. My friend Adelade has been in the Advanced group the whole time. We have been friends since the beginning. Even though being in two different groups, they did allow recess times to be together which I was thankful for. I'm not easy to open up to and don't make friends easily. I doubt she got into the Advanced group all on her own though. She is my best friend but she isn't very smart. But I think it has something to do with her mother being the principle of the school. I don't think it's fair that she got the special attention because of that but as a child, you don't pick how your life began or who your family is.

"Girl what in the hell are you doing in this cold!" I jump as Adelade yells to me. I look up and see she is making her way toward me in her dark blue skinny jeans, light pink top, white coat, and her white pumps. "Are you trying to freeze to death!"

"No I'm not. I didn't even notice how cold it was. It's been a rough morning and I couldn't sit inside," I reply. After what happened with my mom I needed to be outside.

"Well now that I'm here, let's go inside and get ready for first period."

I looked at my phone to see that it was nearly 8. I hadn't even realized the time. But I did get pretty far in the next section.

"Damn ok. I've been here so long I lost track of time."

"Wow. You and your mom get into an argument?" She asked me. She looked like she wanted to know all the details but not wanting to intrude.

"You could say that," I replied. Not giving her anymore info. She looked at me understandingly and we walked together into the big building our first period was held.

We were quiet the whole way to the classroom and sat in our normal seats next to each other. Once we sat, she went on and on about how hard the homework was and how she doesn't understand anything. I silently rolled my eyes because it's things like that where I know she doesn't belong here, but I can't say anything about it. This is going to be one long day.