Student Number 375303 [CONTINUED ON @BarneSyd000's PROFILE]

Chapter 1: Wristbands

Pain. It's all I've felt since arriving at this cursed school. Well that and anger at the mysyerious, masked guards who brought me here. I'd just finished the surgery where they implanted a numbered wristband into my arm while I was awake, (which was torture) when they threw me into a room where 20 other girls were sleeping on 10 bunk beds. It was clear that none of them were planning on moving over so I laid down on the cold, hard floor. I wasn't tired at all so I decided to take in my new surroundings. We were in a completely concrete room with an iron door that had no handle on this side. It was clearly very heavy and reinforced (it probably had guards behind it, too) so I knew that I wouldn't be escaping that way. The room had no windows, either and it was useless to try to bust through solid concrete so I ruled this room out of being a possible place to escape from. Since there was nothing else to do, I decided to check out my wristband. My left arm still stung from the implant but I didn't care much. I expirience much worse pains at the beginning of every month (Author: LOL girl joke!!!) The wristband was made of some sort of metal. It was lightweight and had a touchscreen attached to the top of it, (kind of like an Apple Watch but flatter) and was about 2 inches wide. I tapped the touchscreen and it light up. The screen read:

ALEXIS PERRY
#375303

3:25 A.M.
05/13/2036

I swiped the screen left and it umlocked. There were 3 apps that I could choose from. One read JOURNAL the next one read SCHEDULE and the third read D.C.P. I would've looked at all of them but pretty soon, everyone's wristbands, including mine, began buzzing and beeping and a half a minute later about 10 guards entered the room. "Everybody up!" One commanded. All of the girls groaned and slowly rose. "You," one guard yelled, pointing at me. "Where is your uniform?" I was about to give him a snarky, sarcastic remark when the girl who stood the closest to me said, "Sh-she's new, sir. She hasn't received a uniform, yet." "Is this true?" The guard demanded. "Yes." I answered. A guard who stood near the door chucked an ill-fitting, grey uniform at me. Geese, is everything in this school grey? I thought to myself. "Put it on!" The guard ordered. I did and immediately hated that guard. The uniform was baggy and felt like sandpaper on my skin. "Hold up your wristbands, delinquents!" A female guard said. We all did so and she walked by us, reading the numbers and marking things on a clipboard. When she got to my number she looked at it, read it, stepped back, looked at it and read it again, and gawked. "375303." She muttered. "What was that?" The male guard asked. "She's number 375303." She repeated. Everyone around me stared at me, gasping. Then just took a step back and stared, mouths gaping. Then one by one the guard sprinted our of the room closing and locking the door behind them, leaving me and the 20 other girls alone.