Alice.

The Separation

We have four groups in society, and smaller groups within that. Perfects are people like me, we can't make mistakes, we can't express our feelings if they are sad, or depressing. We have perfect hair, no acne, green or gray eyes, any other eye color is a downgrade from Perfects. Perfects were skinny, and had flat stomachs. Perfects had to have amazing personalities, and by the age 12 had to use their makeup perfectly and had to have a C-cup, at the least, males had to have at least a 4 pack, and an attractive jawline. If you missed 1 or two, you were a Mild. If you missed 3, or 4, you were a Wild. Miss more that 4 and you were an outcast. It could change at anytime, from Perfect to Outcast in matter of seconds. Just screw up, and you're done for. We have to literally be perfect, or we will be sentenced to work for the rest of our miserable lives. The regular struggle of a Perfect.

"Alice?" The teacher, Mr. Gathrey, asked. "Are you alright?" I awoke from my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I pondered, realizing the bell had rang and I glanced at the clock. 3:47pm.

"Are you alright, Alice?" He asked sincerely. I looked at him, and caught a glimpse of the worriedness in his eyes.

"I'm okay, Mr. Gathrey. I promise, I was just deep in thought." I said, in all seriousness. He looked at me, with understanding eyes, and I could feel how he cared radiating from him. He was a Mild, so you could see his flaws, but he really didn't care about his flaws, or others flaws. I felt like he would take my brothers place in my life. "I was thinking about how we are all seperated." I admitted.
"Oh." He said. "You don't think its right?" He questioned.
"I just don't understand." I replied, and he nodded in agreement.
"You'll get used to it, my dear." He promised, and it gave me a bit of hope. "Now, you should get on home." He said. I nodded in agreement. I stood up and decided to head home, there was no place else to go.

I walked home in silence, thinking about everything that was wrong with this society. It was sickening, and saddening. It made me mad. Other had no right to be treated like that, but alas, other people were raised to hate Outcasts, though it was really messed up. I got home and went to my room, I closed the door and played my music. I finished homework and decided to take a nap, honestly hoping I wouldn't wake up.