Ones

"Randy, is that you?"
My mom was obviously in the bathroom, but I could hear the excitement in her voice as she turned the faucet off and ran through the hall and almost tackled me with a hug.
I let my suitcase fall to the ground as I returned the hug. Mom always gave the best hugs, she gripped you so tight you always thought you would stop breathing right there.
I would love to die in one of her hugs, that's exactly what I want to ask for.
But the Ones have other plans.
The Ones have taken over this whole universe by a world power, and determine your destiny when you are fifteen.
It's sick, and the only choice you have is to go along with it.
"Decisions determine destiny."
My decisions suck.