A Perfect World

-Chapter 1-

All is black. I breath heavily under my white cover while I await waking. Today my mother and I will be going to the Superior House for my "Perfection Papers."
You receive Perfection Papers when you turn 15. They plan out your future for you, to relive you of worry, hurt, and sorrow. Everyone gets them and everyone listens to them. The very day each of us are born, a special planning agent is assigned to start your papers. Mother says I should be happy that this day has come, but I'm far from happy.
I am very worried, in fact. I want to plan my own future, not someone else to plan it for me, it wouldn't be fair. I have mentioned it to mother only once, and she got as mad as we are allowed to be, and popped my lip, which didn't hurt much at all and didn't help the particular situation. She said bluntly, as always,"Annabelle Lee, never say that. The Superiors know best. Remember and never forget, understand?" "Yes mother," I said as emotionless as possible, as I am told to do, but usually find some difficultly to do.
Just then, mother walks into my room seeming wide awake and cuts in the light. "Annabelle Lee, get up," I get up with no struggle as I am told to do."Proceed." She says then leaves.
Each of us have to be onto our assigned schedule by the time the clock hits 8:05am. No one seems to have trouble with this, although I find it extremely difficult.
So I do as I am told and walk to my closet and grab my cloths for the day. There is no trouble finding what to wear because all of my cloths are pure navy blue, there are no other colors. All the dresses have to reach exactly 3 inches below your knee, and all pants must be long, never short, there is not telling what would happen if anyone disobeyed them. Then again, it's not very easy to break the rules since you are only given so many cloths all by the Superiors and can not get any on your own, we are not intelligent enough to, according to them. I then pin my dark brown hair into a bun with no flyways. And slip into my perfectly clean white shoes, that I wear everyday. And go down stairs.
My Father is sitting upright in his white lounge chair.He is reading a book on taxes and the values of paying extra in them. He has a blank look just like everyone ,except the Superiors, on this planet. My mother is standing in our kitchen cleaning the white tile counters. She looks up at me and reaches into the slot in the white wall of our kitchen to get my food for the morning. Food is automatically put in to the slot in the morning, one for each member of the household, by the Superiors through some type of underground tunnel system.
She grabs out a package of seasonings, a box/bottle of chicken broth, diced up tomatoes, and a small white note stating, as I saw:

Your morning meal for the day is:
Basil soup
Please use only 2 1/2 cups of water for this meal.
•Thank you•

She automatically starts cooking with out another word. It seems as though she already had it hardwired into her brain how to cook hat specific meal, then again,maybe not. We do have the same meal every morning. A different meal later towards the evening. And another meal a night. But, they never change, every morning we have basil soup, every mid-evening we have a lettuce, cheese, and egg sandwich, and every evening we have 2bean and corn sandwiches, along with mashed potatoes. Nothing different: ever. I have never had meat, not in its real form at least, only chicken broth, but I have heard from the Superiors that come to talk to us during class that it is disgusting and we are to never try it. I think it might be good.
I watch her cook silently with my elbows on the island. Sometimes I silently wish that I could have someone to talk to, it feels like I am the only one who thinks this way, and in someways, as sad as it is, I probably am.
As I am lost in thought, she puts a white bowl in front of me filled with the usual basil soup and blankly says,"Eat."
"Yes, mother." I say.
To be honest, all of the meals we are served are disgusting. They are barely manageable to eat.
When I am done eating, I silently get up and set my plate in yet another slot in the wall, to be automatically washed in some way.
I walk to the main room of the house,"Mother," I say.
She cranes her head toward me from her chair and says,"Annabelle Lee, are you done with your meal?"
"Yes,Mother," I say.
She gets up and quickly walks to the door to get my navy coat, as well as her own. We are wearing identical clothing, we almost always do.
We walk out of the door on to our perfectly mowed lawn in our town of identical houses. As far as I know,the entire world is like this. At least, that is what the Superiors say, but always when they do, they glance out the window for a second, glancing around outside, as if they are not sure of what they just said. My mother walks with perfect posture, looking straight ahead, not smiling not frowning, blankly staring ahead as she is walking.
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My feet are hurt very badly by the time we get to the Power House. But even so, we are some of the luckier ones.Some people have to walk miles and miles before they are even semi-close to the Power House.
We all have to walk everywhere we go, since the cars of the past have now been out law due to their non-environmentally friendly values.
Yeah, and they are worried about things like that when they have giant machinery and factories spread far and wide. But, I don't want to argue with the Superiors, there is a reason they are called that after all.
After the war of 2230 there was nothing left. The war was started over, according to the Superiors, hatred, rash decisions, sorrow, and inability to see that differences make us weaker. The main Superior, Cazico Hartfort, build the city from the ground along with his brother, Molsis Hartford. There were a couple of survivors other than them which helped them repopulate the earth. During the Great Rebuilding, Molsis and his wife mutinied Cazico. So, they went off into the wilderness to build their own megalopolis. A couple of years later, they came back, half dead and starving, begging for mercy, a Cazico forgave them. Molsis's ancestors became the Citizens and Cazico's ancestors became the Superiors.
But, I think something else happened, something us Citizens aren't supposed to know or think about. Cazico was a very intelligent man, his intelligence was almost frightening. I think that Molsis never really did come back. It think that Cazico found and kidnapped him from his slowly building megalopolis and brainwashed him, and made it to wear his ancestors could be nothing but brain washed, so that they did what he needed them to do.
But, of course, that is a ridiculous proposition, never, in a million years would that be the case...
•End of Chapter 1•