My name is Florida, and its safe to say I'm different. Unless They find out. Then I guess its not safe. Nothing's really safe here in Safe, though I'm the only one who thinks that.
You see, I'm different. But yet I look the same. I look safe. Here everyone wears the same clothes and the same shoes and the same--well I guess you get the point.
Even though I don't look different, I just know I am. But that's perfect, because it is safe for nobody to know me for who I am, unless I want to get Exited. And trust me, I don't want to get Exited.
Everybody here thinks being Exited is just teaching you a lesson in another land where all the bad and rebellion residents go.
They think its all nice and pretty just away from everybody you've known for a whole while and surrounded with "bad people". I know the truth though. And its not full of sprinkles and rainbows.
Its "really easy" to not get Exited. "Just follow the rules" they say. But its not that easy when you are different.
Everyone here wears a light pink shirt with flourecent red cursive letters reading "Safe" right in the middle. Then we wear salmon colored skirts right above our knees. Our shoes are black flats with rose embroideries on the outside.
And then is The Bow which is a piece of cloth tied around our head ever so carefully.
That's the only clothes in my wardrobe, and I could never imagine how other clothes might look like. The only clothes I will ever see. The only clothes anyone will ever see.
Other than our clothes we are all uniformed perfectly in many other different ways.
We all have olive colored skin and long brown wavy hair that grows until it reaches your mid-back. We also have hazel eyes that can make you feel like you belong.
Though not for me.
We have to be extremely cautious in Safe, or we get Exited. If our clothes is dirty we get Exited. If we don't follow the rules we get Exited.
And The Bow.
If anything is wrong with The Bow. You might as well wish you were never born.
If The Bow is tied on wrong we're Exited. If its dirty we're Exited. If we lose it, we're Exited. And if we just don't have it, guess what? We're Exited.
So yeah, The Bow is a pretty big deal in Safe. A big deal for Them at least.
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خيال علميSometimes I wonder what makes me different. Different than all the other girls, in Safe. But sometimes, I love being different. Even though different can get me Exited.
