I was a 100. I wasn't special, I wasn't lucky. All the adults wanted a 500. Most adults who want kids try their hardest to save up for a 500. They save all their money to make sure they have the best kid around, and when they do, they rush through the doors of the nursery and see their 500 and hug them in their arms and they all go home and have a nice family dinner.
500s were the smart, good mannered, perfectly healthy kids. We were all born in the nursery. Soon after we're born we get put into groups.
If you were special, you were a 500. If you were different, you were a 100. Although there were other classes, like a 200 or a 400, but they weren't talked about as much. The families that could afford $500 for the best kid around were considered lucky. Being a 500 is the greatest honor. They usually went on to become doctors or lawyers.
But I was a 100. I'm not sure why, maybe they just didn't like me, or maybe it was the constant headaches or anger. I don't understand why we have to be ranked this way, why we have to feel bad about ourselves for developing the way we did, but I guess it's just always been that way.
(Thanks for reading!! This is the beginning of a new story so sorry if it's a little short at first!)
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General FictionIn this universe couples simply do not conceive their own children. Here they purchase them. Children are judged at birth at what category they 'belong' in. You are either a 100, 200, 300, etc. 500 is the highest ranking. 500s are seen as the most p...
