Avien was once beautiful. Everywhere. Not just the superior section. Before. When democracy was a reality and not wishful thinking. Before the New Reality party was voted in. Purely on account of social unrest and over population. I turn on my heel in my Average boots. The only Average piece of uniform I wore. No one enforces class uniform on under-16s. They just tut and sigh Inferior behind my back. I balance on top of the towering wall that separates average from the subordinates living in the slums. I turn from both and look out towards the sunrise, where the heavily fortified wall stretched out for as long as the eye could see. Somewhere it reached the barrier separating Avien from the "Outside," No one whose gone there has ever returned. The government says this is because all that's out there is barren stretches of land. No way to survive. Or perhaps I think, grinning, it's paradise, and no one would ever want to leave. Well, I'll see someday. Someday I'm going to leave Avien. Inferior or not, I'll know what's behind that wall.
