I saw a tumblr post where it was someone complaining about how stupid it is that stories generally revolve around a girl's life changing because of a guy. So… PROMPT PROMPT PROMPT …. Exactly.
I walked up to the front desk. "Code?" The woman at the front desk asked in a monotone.
"15955372985497651." I recited. The number I've been taught never to forget since birth. The one number, the one thing that matters.
"Fill out this form and sit down" the woman said in her nasally unwavering monotone.
I filled out the form and sat next to someone who looked like they were a troublemaker. She is a female, and is probably one of the many 'outcasts' who refuse to bend to the will of the greater good. I don't understand why though. Why fight when all but a chosen few get to live happy comfortable long lives?
Then I saw it, I saw her barcode flash. She was one of the chosen few.
The thing is, I'm one of the chosen few. Our entire society runs off of people, the greater good. People who were chosen at birth and had a barcode tattooed into our skin. The ones that society decided were best fit for the process. The ones who are strong enough to withstand anything.
"Number 15955372985497651? It's time." The woman at the desk nasally said.
I walked up to the doors, and got ready to meet the boy who would change my life forever. The one who would strengthen my heart, make me stronger, and then shatter my heart into a million little pieces. I got ready to meet my fate.
I walked up to the doors, and prepared myself to die.
