Bored, sitting at my desk tapping my finger up and down on the desk, watching the Assignee list out out new numbers be listed out ever since you pass the age of nine you always are you required to get new numbers. "Number 12 Maxley. " she says calling my name, I walk over to her in front of the class nervously hoping my number wasn't, 32... The last ten to be named 32 did some messed up things. "Your number is twenty three." I sigh in relief "twenty three? " I think in my head like LeBron? "L-like LeBron. " I stutter out. "Just sit down. " The assignee says."Alright class that was the last number your all dis messed for today's first 'learning session' go straight home today. " Just on beat the whole class stands up and leaves as if we were all in sinc that's how it was in our 'Community' we are all happy.
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The odd one out(Dystopian fiction.)
AdventureMaxley is just in a society where nothing happens until life flips upside down around and down town.
