Chapter 1

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I walk into class as I slowly sled into my chair. I look around me to see it's another normal day. Of course I'm early as usual, don't want to miss breakfast. Missing things isn't really a problem here. Our society has everything controlled perfectly. After World War III everyone kinda just had enough. So other societies started realizing the real problems and solving them.

I wasn't alive when World War III happened in 2079, but I heard stories about it and I just can't see why people thought like that. Fighting? War? It just doesn't make since.

Makayla sat down beside me and greeted me, "Hello Kacee! Do you enjoy the food?"

"Why of course, the food is always spectacular!" I replied realizing I used the wrong word, "Well I mean Magical, Marvelous, Astonishing...Jeesh I don't even know."

"Did you just make a mistake?" she gave me a weird look.

"What? No! Food is a beautiful thing! Without it we wouldn't be alive right now, I did mean spectacular but I realized it didn't answer your question. I would never do a foolish thing as a mistake!"

It is said if you make a mistake, you don't belong here. You will be reported to the government and you will be hung while you're asleep. One simple thing as a zit will make you lose your life. No one has ever questioned it, that's just how society works.

Makayla and I walked into English and took our sets. I sat down first while Makayla gave the teacher, Mrs. Abettor, an apple. I never really understood the process of why you give a teacher an apple. If I asked it would be known for a mistake. Questions make you look stupid and we aren't allowed to ask them. Unless privately because if we do have a question, we need to know the answer. With the apple, I always thought because the first letter of the alphabet is an A and apple starts with A.

Keith walked in and sat beside me. He was always a good friend of mine, sadly I'm his only friend. He is a quiet guy, never really speaks unless spoken too. Luckily for me, I am outgoing and I forced him to talk to me. Sometimes I wonder how he is still alive. He is so quite, and when it's reading hall and we all read a story out loud taking turns, you HAVE to read loud and clear. Loud isn't really Keith's thing. Yet, I'm glad he has pulled it off.

We were reading today. It never bothered me because I am one of the best out loud readers in our grade, but for Keith, it scares him to death. If he messes up one word or swallows in between sentences, that's it. He reads extra at home to become better.

The bell rings and class begins. Everyone is in their seats, soundless, perfect.

The teacher walks in, and we begin class.

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I came home and welcomed myself to a lovely smell of dinner. Mom was humming along to a song and tapping along to the beat,

"Hello mother!" I greeted kindly, knowing she is the one who birthed me, I must respect her.

"Hello Kacee, dinner will be done in a few, go upstairs and wash your face" She replied.

I did as she told. Remember what I said earlier about one zit on your face and you get hung? Yup! I have to wash my face at least five times a day. I also redo my hair as one piece was out of place. If anyone saw, I would be gone by tonight.

I grabbed my food and sat down with my mom. "So how was school?" My mother asked.

"It was alright, normal like every other day, during the reading a kid messed up a word and sadly was taken out of class. He will be missed." I said disappointed.

"Well he made a mistake, people like that don't deserve to live. If they did it would be World War III all over again! and I certainly do not want to live through that!"

"What if I made a mistake?"

"I wouldn't raise a daughter to be so foolish, if you made a mistake, I wouldn't admit you were in my family."

I sighed. Maybe I didn't belong in this world. I already made my mom admit I woudn't be her daughter and a friend who blammed me for making a mistake! I turn 16 in a week, can I please have a break before then!

I finished my dinner and went upstairs and slept. Hopefully, I wake up tomorrow.

Something I tell myself every night.

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