There's always something separating one person from another person. It honestly could be anything. You could be an Angel living in the Devil's world. You could be a Singer in a Author's world. You could be a Model in a Dancer's World.
You could be a Winter lover raised in Florida. You could be a Summer lover raised in Alaska. There's so many more things I could list to prove my point but it would never catch their attention. They will never change their ways.
I'm just 18 year old, Aubrea Welkens. I'm just someone everyone wants to pick and poke at because I'm one of a kind. I don't think I am. It's because I'm a Talker. The last female Talker known to mankind.
Of course, everything's changed. It's worse than when Rape and Abuse had killed over 5000 girls in 2013.
That's been over 200 years though. It's not the same. People are labeled even worse. The symptoms they have are being used against them.
If your anti-social or depressed then your labeled as a Whisperer.
If you have ADHD or your extremely loud then your labeled as a Screamer.
That's where I come in, I broke the bond in between those twos. I am a "crossbreed" as they would call it.
My dad is a Whisperer and my mother is a Screamer. Most of the time, Screamers would kill Whisperers. They would have 3 weeks to finish the job, they would be put together in a house and well, you know what happens. (if you don't, the Screamer would eventually kill the Whisperer.)
Alas, that's not what happened between my parents. My mum couldn't help but fall inlove with my dad. She said she wasn't allowed to but she did anyways. The only reason the Main Board allowed it was because they wanted to see what would happen.
I'm what happened.
They didn't want any other people doing this because it "distubred the peace." That's pure bull though.
Alot of people just want to live and others want to kill. Me? Well, I wanna save lives and make this world sane but, I may die doing this.
Funny thing is, I don't have a problem dying if I save others.
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Chapter 1
it's short and i'm lazy.
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This is the second time the metal detector at the New Johnson Airport had gone off, simply because I had forgotten to take off my ear stud. My mistake. The first time is because I had on my ring passed down from family generation to family generation. It was a simple silver-lined infinity symbol. Nothing fancy.
I wasn't really going on a plane. Iv'e never been on a plane-unless you count those fake ones at mini-marts. They still have them in the future but they're just more edited (they also cost two-dollars). I was here for the amazing coffee. They also had great tea and pastries. But right now, I just want some coffee and if I didn't get through this metal detector, I am gonna go off.
I could take my thirst for the French Vanilla coffee for like twenty more minutes. That isn't a problem. I just couldn't handle the business woman that needed to cut back on perfume, the wailing babies that seriously need to be quiet, and the dude in front of me that smells like rotten eggs and is munching on garlic bread. Who eats garlic bread at 5:34 p.m. going onto a plane? Crazy people. That's exactly who and what that man is.
Of course, I would never actually confront any of those people about their issues. I had huge ones of my own. People looked at me like I was an alien. And scientists all over the world were contacting my parents left and right trying to move me around and experiment on me. But to me, it's just another typical Tuesday.
I sighed in relief when I noticed that I had successfully went through the evil machine that possibly hated me, without being farted on by the man in front of me. I stepped to the side and looked around, puffing alittle bit of air out of my mouth to get the blue-with a touch of green in my bangs strands of hair away from my face.
If you didn't exactly know who I was, you would think I looked weird instead of knowing that I am weird. I was short but not 5th grade short. I had a nose ring. I also had weird eyes-possibly because, one was different from the other. I had green eyes, but one had bright blue around the edges and the other had darker green around the edges.
Everything about me spelled Weird, with a capital W. Just by the way I looked. That explains why I haven't had a boyfriend since 1st grade and it wasn't even a real relationship. He gave me a fake, "Ruby" ring. He called it a Ruby but it wasn't. It was a diamond. Silly boy.
I did catch boy's attention though-- it just wasn't the type of attention I wanted. They would plaster a smirk on their face and try to hide the fear that I would bite their face off. In Reality, I was actually nice but it didn't come easily. If we haven't been friends for over two years then I was a cold,stoned--hearted person. I also mean, we have to be friends. I don't mean, "oh hey! I've known you forever!" You may have known me forever but I won't trust you. I knew my aunt forever, although we rarely talked I still knew her but I spent one weekend with her and she tried to give me away to scientists for money!
That's why it's hard for me to trust. You can't trust anyone, not even family. It's a sick world.
