I wake up at 7:00 with my alarm. Today at 7:45 I have an appointment for my Timer injection. I've heard it hurts but its worth it. How is knowing when your gonna die worth it?
My dad, step mom, older brother, and younger step sister wake up at the same time. Everyone in my family except me and my step sister have their timers.
I run into my step sister in the hallway. She's not exactly mean but she's slightly self absorbed. she doesn't look like me because we aren't blood related but she's very pretty for a 14 year old.
She dyes her hair like most teenagers these days (2056). She's naturally brunette but dyes it blonde. My step mom also dyes her hair blonde but sometimes its hard to tell that its fake. I'm brunette just like my dad.
My mother looked a lot like me. She died when I was 8 and my dad remarried when I was 12.
When we are all ready we head for the public transport and swipe our Transport Cards. I sit next to my brother. I feel comfortable next to him because he got his timer only last year.
He hugs me the whole ride there and I'm shaking when we enter the Timer Hospital.
"Welcome! You must be Avery Hill." A lady in a white lab coat walks directly over to me and shakes my hand. She takes me to a room alone and I sit there for a few minutes until an older man walks in and has me lay down.
He talks to me a little about the process and then I am painfully injected with some blue liquid. Then he shoots the timer in with a gun resembling a ear piercing gun. It hurts but the pain leaves quickly.
He smiles and then dismisses me. I look down at my timer. He told me earlier. It will be blank for 5-7 days.
6 days later I look at my timer:
73 DAYS 13 HOURS 5 MINUTES
I'm gonna die.
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Science FictionWhat if you could own a timer that counted down to when you would die. With every stupid mistake and good choice the number changes. Would you want that timer? °°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Avery Hill lives in the town where the timers was invented. She turned 2...
