Warning Kit

Part 1- Chapter 1

I didn't set my alarm 3 hours before school actually started so I could finish homework or something, I set it that early so I could get ready. Maybe you think, 3 Hours?! No, it's not crazy. You don't understand. It's different in my world. I mean, it's not my world, it's the world I live in. It's mandatory to look perfect. And I mean, perfect. A why would you not anyways. You don't want to be a repugnant. They never go anywhere, achieve anything, get anything. And it's because they're ugly.

I walk out of my bedroom to see my mother. The face lift she had recently gotten was amazing. Although it cost quite a lot. But it doesn't matter, the doctors told her she needed it. She smiles at me, her perfectly straight and white teeth exposed. It's not much later that I'm out the door, opening the garage. Many cars lined up. I had a lot of cars. I only use one though. Why? You may ask. Because the others are old trends that have passed. I mean, do you expect me to use a blush pink tywisha convertible after that trend lasted, for about half a month. But it's not just cars, it's clothes, accessories, makeup. And I keep up with all of them. I do owe it to my organized schedule of checking the government site. A trend is always posted, it tells you how to follow it, where to get it and everything. Of course there is so many so you can't just check once a year or something ridiculous. Only a few people ever get to become trendsetters. Usually the government just makes new ones but sometimes, if there's a person who followed almost every trend before perfectly and they had a fabulous idea they could set their own. Of course there are many more requirements but still. I have hope.

Hi, I'm Melany. And now I know. Before I chose this completely abnormal life, I should've read the warning kit.