There are no crushes in this corrupt world, so i didn't know what i was feeling. He was gorgeous, He had bleach blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was tall, and well, gorgeous. His partner was in my class in minor school. I had seen them argue and fight in the halls, but their tattoos matched. He had a small pine tree on his left upper peck, her on her forearm. I never did catch his name, i could never get close enough to read his bracelet.
We all had a bright red bracelet on our right arms, with our social security #, name, and address. So the government could keep tabs on us. When walking into school or work, they scanned it, and when leaving they did the same. The bracelets never, ever, came off. The second you were born they were snapped on, then you were buried with them. No one seemed to object to the bracelets, everyone just went along with it. If they got to tight they would just loosen it a little.
Once again, my life, simple.Terrible.Boring.
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RandomAurore is a girl alone in a world that is totally centered around love. She doesnt have the tattoo that will determine her fate, but is it no tattoo that indicates her love for someone? Was the one she thought she loved, really a mistake all along...
