I pulled my hair on a braid and sighed heavily.Mom are not usually like this.I'm not used to her of being sick.
I get my knapsack and boots.I wandered across the river and the old city.
The buildings were used to be built firmly at the ground.But not after fifty years.It actually looked like grungy,old and antique because some of the old glasses are still there.
Crisis have been an issue in our village since our former president resigned for peace.Then after that,the war came until the voting is slowly unnoticed.
Ballots became useless.Voting is not important anymore.Leaders are just a one day decision.Voting does not take weeks or a month anymore.
Leaders are warriors.Strong,intelligent,resourceful warriors.Crisis are uprising quickly.And it is becoming our main problem.
Country is called city.City is called village.House is called inn.And people who lives in the village is called citizens.But citizens are divided into four cliques.
The Fours,they are not with the Twos or Ones.They live in a separate city.They are extremely rich.They sell second-handed steel,aluminum and locks in a low price.But it actually does not look like a secondhanded at all.
Threes,they are the one who creates the gates,glass and locks for the Fours.They are called 'Middle Class' in some reasons.First,they have the money to buy iron to create blacksmith.Second,they are not that rich.Third,they live simple,fullfulling their needs than their wants.
Twos,the.second to the lowest of the poor.They make food.Bread,wheat,meat,vegetables,fruits,anything.They sell them to the Threes to get money.
And lastly,the Ones,they are the poorest.They hunt,produce their own food and make their own gates.
Ones have the many population growth than other cliques.
Ones can also be bid.Sell theirselves as a servants to the Fours.And as time passes by,trustworthy Ones became heirs.But that is extremely rare.
I pushed my thoughts away and started hunting for food.I get my knife from my knapsack and checked if they are sharp.
I actually sharped them last night.
I walked down the steep road of the ground mixture of glass,cement and grills.
I reached my destination.
I'm here at the woods.Hunting for food.Hunting medicine for my mother.We are surviving since the caste system was created.
It's so unfair.People are classified on their education.
Mom and Dad used to know each other since their senior life and got off into an early relationship.And that is when I was born.After that,they never continued their studies.My dad became a leader of the Ones and died.He left us alone.Me,mom and Page,my younger brother.
And the title of being a leader was passed to a stranger and to a stranger and the process goes every two months.
There was a time that Sic,the 89th leader before dad,encouraged me to be a leader.
But mom said that seventeen is too young to lead a village.
I heard a sound from one of the bushes and point my knife where the sound came from.
I turn around again and focused my gaze on one of the mango tree.
Trees are rare in these generation.
Again,I heard the loud cracking of a twig behind the bushes.But I didn't mind it
"Cally?" a familiar nickname.Only one person calls me that name.
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A/N:I've based this story on many dystopian books:The Selection series,Anarchy,Divergent series,The Hunger Games series,The Purge and Matched series.
To be honest,I haven't read all the books I have mentioned.I just read the plot and asked the few information to my friends.
I have this weird habit that I really don't finish what I started.
Anyway,it's short I know.But I'm planning to make many chapters.
I wish I can finish this book.
Btw,English is not my first language so I'm sorry for that.Please try to work with my grammars,tenses and such.
Anyway,thank you for reading.
