Rules for a Teenage Clone
DubstepGirl
The year is 3043. People are dying left and right, shot down in a war with odd alien creatures known simply as The Crood. The Crood do not like to kill you, they like to take your body parts and leave you so you either bleed to death or are picked off by something else. What could be more convenient than having a clone. Someone with your DNA, your thoughts, your ideas to just hand out body parts to you. I mean, they're just clones, not really people.
My name is Silver and I'm one of these clones. We're expected to die and give up our eyes, arms, legs, tongue, nose, anything we have on us that our duplicate needs we're expected to give even if it means death. But I don't want to die...I want to live...I'm not like the other clones...
...I have a mind...
I must survive!