In a world where the date on your arm predecides your death, what will happen when one girl wakes up the next day?

What if men and women lived on different sides of the planet? And what would happen to a transgender girl if she claimed she lived on the wrong side? I wrote this to share with my GSA.

"when i die; no one will remember me. i'm just another bug in a gigantic garden." "you may be a bug, but to some things, that bug is the world to them."