F̶o̶r̶e̶v̶e̶r̶? Never.

"AMY? I NEED THE TICKET." HER MOTHER SAID, FREAKING OUT.

"I've got it in my pocket, hold on." She said, searching her pocket, strangely, she found nothing. She checked in her other pocket, nothing. "No, no, no!" she said. 

"Please don't tell me-" Her mother said.

"I've lost it!" Amy freaked out.

Her mother's eyes popped. "We're screwed now, they'll identify us as someone we're not."

"Calm down." Amy said, now calm. "Maybe they won't notice."

"Amy," Her mother tried to keep her voice down, she didn't want anyone else to hear. "You know the society does not accept trespassers, even if we are the same skin color, the same eye color, they'll either throw us out with no home, or kill us for trespassing."

"We didn't trespass." Amy said. "I remember my 3rd birthday party here, besides, why cant they just accept us for who we are? It's freaking stupid."

"Amy!" Her mother said. "Keep your voice down!"

Amy knew if anyone was not white, they would be in trouble. She hated this law, it wasn't fair. Her best friend was Asian, then she was taken away, and shot. It made terrible memories rush into Amy's head.

"THE AARON FAMILY." A voice shouted from a room away. Her mother freaked out. "Amy! I need the ticket now!"

"I don't have it!" Amy said as they were guided to a room where they stood in front of a large crowd of people who were accepted into the society. The man was sitting in a chair, he had gray hair and blue eyes, and he looked like he didn't want to be there.

"I need your tickets." He had a very rusty voice, it sent chills down Amy's back.

Her mother looked at Amy, she knew her daughter was telling the truth. But she did not have the guts to tell the man that they lost it.

Amy stepped in. "We don't have them."

Half of the crowd gasped and mumered. They were the same skin color, why did they not have tickets?

"You what?" he asked, getting tense.

Amy stood tall and brave. She already hated him. She wanted to rip the life out of him. He killed her best friend. "Do you not understand english? You should. We. Do. Not. Have. Them."

Amy's mom closed her eyes. She knew her daughter was saying things she should not have said. Amy looked back at the crowd, she saw her Best friends family who adopted her. They looked at Amy, a tear slid down the woman's face, and she nodded.

"Where are they?" He asked, standing up. 

Amy gulped. "I lost them."

"I'm afraid we have a problem, then." he said, getting excited for some action.

Amy's mother was crying. Amy hated this. He was making her cry. That drew the line.

Amy didn't care if she died, she would be with her best friend, and her father. She stepped up. "I'm afraid we don't."

"Excuse me?"

"People make mistakes." Amy said. Trying to show him that she was not a kid anymore, she was almost an adult. "People make mistakes, Not everyone looks like we want them to, No one is perfect, and it will be like that forever. Not everyone can be born with talent, not everyone can be born white, not everyone can be born with blue eyes, not everyone can be born the way you want them to. Not everyone can sing, some people can't read," She turned around to the audiance, facing her best friends parents. She started talking about her friend. "Not everyone can have parents. But there is always one person there who loves them. Not everyone can be born to look excatly like their parents. Not everyone can fight back. But everyone is special. Everyone shines, not matter how many mistakes they make. Everyone is who they are, no matter what they look like."

The woman was in tears now. Tears of joy or sadness, Amy did not know. She turned around to see the man, but he was not there. Amy was confused, where was he? She looked back at the crowd, to see the woman and her husband being pulled into a room with the man holding a gun.

Amy responded a second later. "NO!" She yelled, stepping down from the stand. "IM THE ONE YOU WANT, LEAVE THEM ALONE, THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING! STOP!" People moved for her to run to the door. "NO!"

She ran to the door, but it was pulled closed. She tried opening it, it was locked. She kicked it with all of her might, she heard her mother yell. "AMY!"

She turned around, her mother was racing towards her. But she kept on pulling at the door.

"Amy, we need to go now!" her mother said.

Silence.

-

And then a gunshot.

A millon of people were fleeing, the building was running with people at the doors, tugging to get out. Amy's mother was pulling on her arm. "Follow me, we're heading out a different way."

They ran downstairs to the building's basement. It was stuffy, and dark. "What were you thinking?"

"Karma." She said, talking about her friend. "Her parents were in the crowd, and now they're dead. Because of me."

"Come on," her mother said. "The van is outside."

"Van?" She asked.

"Just follow me." She said as they walked up the stairs to a door that led to the back of the building, and a van was parked in front of Amy.

"Get in!" A voice called from the van.

Without any hesitation, Amy and her mother stepped in, the van was now filled with light, and a man was in the front seat, getting ready to drive.

Amy was shocked. She saw many people from around the world, They were sitting in the van, all staring at Amy with hate.

"Calm down." A boy's voice said from the other front seat of the van. "She's a good guy."

She saw him: He had blond hair, like Amy's, and blue eyes. He was Amy's kind. He was with some girl in her 20's, she looked almost exactly like him.

"Amy..." Her mother said, "We are traveling away from here."

"Where?" Amy asked.

A girl who had asian features, and long black hair said. "An island, far away from here. It is located near Australia, so we will be far away."

"What's your name?" Amy asked, she knew the answer.

"My name is Karma. We used to be best friends a long time ago."