Mismatched

Prolouge

After the 3rd world war only a small part of the United States of America had survived. It had a population of about 2 million and was renamed Pandora. In Greek mythology after all the evils of the world were released from Pandora's Box only one thing was left at the bottom, hope. They were the last hope, the last place on the planet with life. The war destroyed everything; almost all the plants and animals, most thought the city wouldn't last a year. That was 80 years ago...

Kaira looked herself over in the mirror, pulling her wavy brown hair into a pony tail with a sigh. It was the first day of senior year and a short few weeks till her 18th birthday. "Kai, hurry the hell up! We are going to be late", her very annoyed best friend Mira shouted. Kaira hurried downstairs and out the door and tackled Mira with a bear hug. "Don't worry so much! You will get wrinkles", She said laughing.

Mira and Kaira sat down in Biology, it was the last period of the day and everyone was practically itching to leave. A scream permeated the silence. Kersley Summers screamed in agony and held her left arm to her chest. Kaira knew what that scream meant, it had happened at the exact moment Kersley had turned 18. She received her match, and as the teachers escorted her out of the classroom and into the nurse's office, Kaira could see the burn mark and the black design that had made its home by her wrist.