We are not allowed to do anything. We just stand around and we wait. We wait for the announcement. The announcement that decides are daily futures. We don't have choices. We just are supposed to trust an unworthy leader to decide, from day to day, our future. It's been like this my whole life. President Francetta has been ruling for a long time.
"Wake Up. In school by seven-thirty," says the robotic, womanly voice. She tells us what, when, how, and where every activity of the day is. President Francetta has our everyday life decisions planned. Which is awful but good in a way. We don't make as many mistakes this way.
I am usually the first one up in the morning. Always searching through the cabinets for food. As usual, nothing. All the food I am looking for is automatically provided to the guards that surrounds our home and everyone else's.
"Sorry sweetie," said the soft voice of my mother.
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"About what?"
"No food," she reminded me of something I did not want to remember.
"She's starving us, mom."
"President Francetta can't be perfect you know. Plus, she isn't starving us at all." Why would mom be so sweet to such a criminal?
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize that she had a glimpse of perfection."
"Get ready for school," This is my mom's way of telling me that the conversation is over.
"Kay," I say as I walk to my room. It's the room that I am obligated to share with my older brother. It's also the room that everyone around here has in their home.
All the houses here look the same inside and out. A dark brown, small, and sphere-looking. Everyone here lives pretty much the same. Parents are only allowed for two children, if they have more than two, the guards will come to your house and kill it. I guess that's the reason they all look the same. Same amount of people in each family and home.
I shake Conner, my brother, he just looks at me and rolls over to his side. I shake him again.
"Up, come on," I make sure to tell him. Conner always sleeps in. If we are outside on our way to school after the alarm has rung, the guards will shoot us. I am not in the mood to die or run for the school doors.
"Wake up!" I scream, my face getting red. I take off the covers.
"I'm cold!" That's it. I push him off the bed.
"Alright, alright. I'm up," Conner manages.
I open the drawer of the dresser. So folded neatly and exceptionally easy to find, I see my navy blue dress that all the student girls are forced to wear. On my way out for the bathroom, I shove Conner.
Once we are all ready to leave we sit in our excessively small living room. We are all so quiet, anxious to hear the alarm.
"To school. Seven-thirty am," as she says this, Conner and I leap up to leave. Right when Conner places one foot out the door Teresa, our neighbor, talks abruptly to Conner. They obviously like one another. They are always flirting but what's the point? We aren't allowed to date. When we're sixteen we are sent to the government. That's where I guess we all start dating a bunch of other sixteen year olds. You find your couple and then they send you to a certain home where you're expected to have two children who will soon do the same when their sixteen. Conner has one more month. Thank God I have a whole year.
"Hey!" Destiny, my best friend, says from behind me as she taps my shoulder.
"You're out of breathe," I noticed.
"Yeah. Caught up to a cheetah," I laughed as she says this, "So how's Mr. Hot in your Biology class?"
"I told you Destiny, I don't care about dating. I'll probably see him when we're sent off anyways."
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One Lie
Science FictionShe made the wrong choice. But a wrong choice can turn into a right choice. But in this case, she cannot be so sure. Not after the tentative lie that slipped out from the roof of her tongue. Murder for sure isn't a right choice, but if it was meant...
