The kids in the Dark

Chapter 3- 8/11/2127

I walked in to school with my head down, studying my feet as they moved me inch my inch to the building. I hear a voice behind me, one that is all too familiar, and all too comforting.
"Soooooo...lets see it b!" squeals Sarion, my best friend. He's in a sort of 2010's style kick; he wears "Thrasher" jackets and says weird stuff like "b" and insists that he was born in the wrong decade. He is a tall, lanky black kid with the short beginnings of twists in his hair and silver circular glasses over his eyes.I stare up at him, and he can see that it's bad.
"What'd you get?" he asks, excitement replaced with concern.
I put my head back down, defeated. Even saying it makes me sick to my stomach "I'm a stay at home mom for three kids who marries a lawyer". Sarion looks at me, stunned. "So do you want to do it?"
His eyes glimmer with hope, and it's kind of terrifying, yet incredible at the same time. Sarion got his a week ago. He will be a teacher with a wife and two kids. They didn't give his wife or kids names or jobs on the card. That only means one thing: they die before they get one.
"Do what?" I asked, nervous.
"Run away, ya doof" he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. He decided the moment he got his card he was running away. He did not want to live life as a lonely school teacher with dead kids and a dead wife, he wanted to be an artist.
I stare at him in disbelief "you're not serious, are you? There hasn't been a rebellion since 2021"
"That's what they tell you..." he says, pulling me out of the school building