Chapter 3
“Fedora, wake up sweetie.”
“Mom what day is it?”
“August 3rd doesn’t come after August 1st even though we all want it to.”
“Mom that was lame humor. I’m up.” I replied. Fate day. 5 thousand people are going to be worried today. 3 are going to be safe. 3 are going to go missing. 20 thousand are going to be worried for them.
She turned to walk out the door, “Your brother isn’t coming today, just so you know.”
Make that 19, 999 people worried for them. One bitch of a brother won’t be.
“I don’t want him there anyway.”
“Honey, he is so worried about you. He cried himself to sleep last night thinking about you.”
“Just go comfort him then. I have to get ready.”
The uniform for fate day was a black skirt and a royal purple shirt for the girls and black pants and a royal blue shirt for the boys. So we look the same, but at the same time we don’t.
“Honey, Oasis is here” yelled my mom
“Coming!” I quickly gathered my things and ran out of the bedroom to meet her. I looked to find that we, of course, were wearing the same things. She wore it stunningly by curling her long auburn hair and pining part of it up into a small bun. She looked gorgeous compared to me; considering I didn’t even brush my hair. I couldn’t care less if I looked bad for this horrid excuse for culture and tradition.
“Hey girl”
“Hi Fedora, do you want to walk down together?” asked Oasis
“Why not, I’ll get my stuff.” I replied “Mom! I’m going with Oasis!’
“Ok honey, I’ll be there in 30 minutes!”
“Welcome Connie, welcome Cari, welcome Serene” the hosts rambled on their welcomes to the people who felt much less than welcome.
“Oasis! Oasis!” shouted a little girl in the crowd
“Tami! You can’t be here right now! I have to get my fate.” Though she seemed happy to see the little girl, I couldn’t see any resemblance in the two of them. I also never remembered Oasis having a sister.
“Who’s that?”
“I met her at the annual tree planting. We became good friends. I think she is 9.” She answered
“She’s adorable.”
“I agree, can I talk to you in private for a second?’ whispered Oasis
“Sure why not.” We went over to a less crowded area, which is uncommon in a square meant to hold less than 2000 people. That’s the whole reason behind the fate day. Overpopulation. Our dome is the smallest of the 4. Garden is the biggest. Ours is meant to hold no more than 35 000 people. Three times the original amount put in. Since we get closer and closer to that number every year, we have to get rid of some people. Alas, some genius figured that stripping 3 youths from everything they own and their families, and throwing them out into the wild every year would fix this. Good job old fella.
“I have to tell you something really important.” She sighed, “Last week on Tuesday I was caught stealing a red plumeria from the mayor’s tree. They gave me a citation and I was so embarrassed about it that you are the first one to know about it.” I could see that telling me about this pained her. That was the one freedom we have in Delta. You have the choice to tell people about your citations or not. They are not publicly known, even though that doesn’t make them go away.
“Oh no! Oasis why did you take the flower!” I exclaimed.
“It was so pretty, and I thought my mother would like to have it! Our little tree didn’t bloom this year for some reason.”
“Well that’s only 2 in thousands, you will be fine.” I said reassuringly. We heard a soft bell in the distance, “let’s go that’s the warning for it to start. It would suck to get a citation for being late now!”
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Beyond Our Fate
Teen Fiction15 year old Fedora and her friends think that the dome they live in is the only livable place in the world. Until their first fate day that is Note: Everywhere it says 13 in the story for her age is suppose to be 15.
