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Last published Wed, Apr 26, 2017
Could I ever be good enough for him?
The founders didn't think so. After the nuclear war against countries, the Earth was crumbling, until our saviors, known as the founders, came to save the day by constructing an 'ideal' society.
This society is based on how capable, how smart you are, and important to the future of mankind. A sliver of glass separates us, the entire human race.
Just a test, the founders say. It's more though, it's one that decides your whole life.
It determines what side of the glass you're on, the East or West side. Depending on your level of smartness, you either end up on the East side, those capable to do greater things with their life, because of their brain. And then there were those who were sent to the West side, parentless and less intelligent.
If you pass the test you stay on the side of glass where you contribute your skills to the society.
On the other hand, the side that I'm on, we get to party, do drugs, the mindless things, until we turn 18. It must've been a mistake...I didn't want to be there at all.
Which is when the society deemed that those that cannot contribute to the society should be cut out of it. Why waste supplies on those that are useless to mankind?
My death date is planned already. I even know how I'd die. Lined up, kneeling in the dirt, with a bullet through my head. This gives me a calm feeling, at least I know how and when I die.
I'd spent my days sulking, but all I ever wanted or needed was on the other side of the glass. Caden Govanci.
I was ready to die I thought. I knew I had nothing to live for, until I met him. He turned my world upside down. He made me want to fight for my life. There was no more time left, though. I had one more year to live.
The founders may seem like the gods brought them down to save us all, but they're evil, cruel and masterminds.
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