Was Originally: My parents sold me, to my dead brother new best friend. My brother disappeared when I was eight, after a while we just assumed that he was dead. On my eighteenth birthday my life fell apart as my dead brother turned out to be not dead at all. What's worse was that my parents did something that I will not forgive. They sold me to his best friend who is supposed to be some kind of “prince”. They made the decision to ruin my life and payback is an understatement. Also it is being edited, but it takes time so just deal with it tell it gets fixed. dont like the dont read, go find something else to read or work on your own work so i can come bitch about to you.

When the world overpopulates, only one answer exists- or so the government thinks. The solution? Death. “Fair” and “just” no longer exist. Only death. No one dares try to stop it. Now anyone's hope of living past the age of 18 lies in the S.T.R.I.P. All high school graduates have no choice but to face their fates. After three long months trapped on the Strip, the survivors can only hope they have made it into college. And if they don't? Death.