Until the age of 18, children within the society are expected to be in full time education where you learn the ways of society in order to be fully functioning members of it. We are taught a bunch of bull shit about the ‘takers’ or as the society refers to them ‘The refuge’ (no one quite knows what it means) and how they are working under our society to develop a new drug that will save the world someday. Even as our teachers, in their plain work clothes say as their told they twitch as if they themselves don’t fully believe it. However, their alterations stop them from saying anything against the society. Class discussions never begin with ‘I think’ but they always end with ‘god bless the society for….’ School consists of limited history and begins in 2055. The rise of the society. We are taught that the society was born in a time of great despair and war. After they eliminated the ‘troublemakers’ we were all at peace. Everyone had food and clean drinking water, a pod to live in and someone to marry when the say we need more babies. Rebecca Holt always asked too many questions in class and I knew they were looking for the perfect excuse to take her. She always said stupid things like “but why” and “I don’t think that’s fair”… That’s the one that got her in trouble she was expelled and the same night she was taken. Serves her right. We all know that an open mind is a doomed mind so in class I clench my fists and nod. School today was different. I woke up at 6pm washed put on my pale green school dress and walked along the dusty road to school. I met Samuel on the way and handed him the sandwich I always make for his lunch “you look beautiful as always, thank you, I’ll think of only you as I eat it” he said as he planted a delicate kiss on my cheek and ran ahead to catch up with his division. There he goes, talking freely again.
Once at school I stroll through the corridor in formation with the girls in pale green dresses like mine and the boys in pale green shirts and black trousers. Black shoes hit the ground confused. We all remain in formation to the deep blue door right at the end. Our teacher Miss.Fold welcomes us in with a curt nod, her skin is pale and her eyes are swollen she has long brown hair and blue eyes that are hidden behind thick black frames. Her Pale blue dress stops at the knees and she constantly smooth’s it down as if she’s expecting the creases to come out with the sweat from her palms. We sit in rows. Next to me in Rebecca’s old chair is the new girl. Layla Black 17 year’s old, black hair, olive skin and light brown eyes. Layla was taken when she was six. Layla was given back.
YOU ARE READING
In Memory Of Us
FantasyIn a world where your mind is your only weapon; who can you trust to be truthful if you were only ever lying to yourself. Writing to not forget. Running to remember.
