Perfection

Six

A.N: Okay, you people are terrifying. (ImaginationRebel I'm looking at you :-p  :-) ) But I will continue, because I probably should. This chapter doesn't feel quite right to write, but it has been requested a lot, so I will continue. 

Yay! Work! Said no one ever.  

Work is regarded as the most honourable thing a person can do. The Founders are portrayed as hard workers, always painted in baggy work suits with a pitch fork held high above their head. As if! Work is tiring, boring and often dirty. Yet today I will have to work. Experience the "passage to adulthood." I've been assigned to the fabric sector, the most dangerous of the six sectors. Perfect for a to-be rebel. Just the right story-like setting... (A.N. Sorry, I couldn't help myself!) 

Life is lonely now. No-one knows me, or makes an effort to talk to me. I am simply one face in a crowd, a spare jigsaw piece, nothing more. Why would I want to be known though? The last time I talked to someone, they immediately considered me weird. I am not one of those business class elite, who hide their face beneath a false mask of smiles and makeup. 

I could never be. Feelings were created to be free, and everyone makes mistakes sometimes. 

The streets of the Capitol are paved with gold. No, they actually are. All of the paving stones are painted thinly with gold, apparently to display the wealth of the Perfections and their grand society.  I like it though. It's like walking down a stream, a window into another world - one that people know me in.  Step over step, just like in the pairing ceremony. Step over step. Step over step. Step over-

"Madam, isn't it usual that one looks up as one walks?"

"S-sorry. Sir." 

I am currently overshadowed by a man. A very tall, very wide man. Who currently looks like he wants me dead. 

"Oh! It's quite fine! You are... Cassandra! Of course! You are coming to work in the fabric sector, correct?" 

This is scaring me. A random stranger comes up to me in the street, looking like he wants me dead, then suddenly changes his mind and knows my name.

"Yes. How did you know?"

"Oh, one knows lots of things. That and and one has a knack for rembering faces. Come along child!"

I have no time to protest as he takes me by the collar and drags me down the street like a small child who has just had time on the naughty step, explaining as he walks.

"My  is /@&£ Phil. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Cassandra. I work in the fabric sector as a subordinate to  The Grand Carpet Chief."

This guy is officially crazy. Please help.

"Hahahahaha, just trade jargon! Now come! You have a job to do."

Well, it's not as if I have a choice wether I come or not. But I guess I'm not just a face in the crowd. I'm Cassandra Brian, trainee of the fabric sector, and hopefully the destroyer of this unfair system.

A.N: Done! It doesn't feel right and there's so many plot holes with how this is written, but after 4 months, it's finished! (This chapter)