Odd Apple

Riding this Train Alone.

"You'll never be as good as Michayla, she is so
polite and knows when to talk and what to say you were only born to fill that gap because they know that she'd commit suicide." Those exact words ran constantly through her head as soon as she woke up, anywhere she went, whenever she talked, wherever she was, those words were trailing behind her.
Destiny was at the age of 15, the age when the SPR testing was beginning . The SPR measured your
suicide percentage rate. It varied between 1-15, 15 meaning that you have +100% chance of computing suicide, and 1 meaning you have -10% chance. It has the addition and subtraction signals to show if your chance is low. If your rate has two or three of the addition signs you are forced to go through three weeks of social workers,therapy,and guidance councilors.
As soon as her alarm blared off in that familiar sound that it made she got up. Her timer was across the room so each day she had to get up to turn it off. She quickly put on her school outfit in which she had 5 outfits choices this week, but because it was Thursday she had only two outfit options that she could choose from to wear. The school each week had to approve of the outfits for the entire week, occasionally she would go Agenst the wardrobe options and throw something together, but that was very rare of her. She put on her clothes and then she went downstairs to eat breakfast. Her mother was in the kitchen cooking and her dad was reading the weekly paper. "You were born to fill your sisters spot" echoed through her head. She sat down and her mother said "Good morning Destiny. You musts eat quickly today, I have funeral arrangements with Pastor Grindell today." Destiny the. Are her food and said "good-bye Mother." And she headed out to her school.