"Have you heard? Andrew Johnson? Is it true?" Daniel Howell heard the murmuring of his fellow acquaintances, as he stood alone in the corridor.
"Yeah, I heard. I don't think it's true though." Said another, participating in the conversation. "I hate this concept, what if my parents could read my mood and find me lying? This is dangerous."
"True, but who gives a crap? It sounds so interesting, I wonder how much genetic engineering went down on him though? We're all going to be wiped out with this newer and advanced species."
"They're going to leave some of us regulars to see what happens when we mate with the newer species. They're going to attempt to hybrid us, they're going to kill some of us to reduce population to avoid over producing." One of the boys said, slamming his locker door shut.
"What? How are they going to choose who to murder?"
"They're doing it dependant on behaviour. Which to me, is such a bad idea, I'm so going to be dead."
"I think a lot of us are."
The two boys then walked away, meaning Dan could no longer hear their conversation. He sighed with despondency, to people, Dan was anathema to them.
It wasn't like Dan was a bad kid, no, people just despised who he was. Late eighteen hundreds was a period of hatred and strict religious following. Being gay, like Dan, was a crime.
Luckily, for Dan, people hadn't actually seen proof of him being gay, some believed that it was rumours. He played it cool, and forced himself to get around, hiring female prostitutes. His parents had their ideologies on the situation, after seeing females walk out of his bedroom, smelling of sex and looking rough, they thought he was straight.
The signal for form chimed, interrupting his thoughts. Dan waved himself through the gossiping crowd to his initial classroom.
Dan was smarter than he let on, he knew more about the executions than anyone else.
Why? Because his Dad was the executioner.
A/N: I'm really excited to develop this plot.
Question: when's your birthday? Mines 13th of February!
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