Era

Breaking rules was not acceptable. Neither was love, compassion, or uniqueness.
Everyone and everything was to be the same. Whoever or whatever wasn’t the same, was to be abolished.
There were five divisions in Civic.
Picturesque-the rich, beautiful people.
Negligible- the unimportant people with no donation to society.
Spearheads- the leaders and government.
Cultivators- the farmers who provided the food.
And finally the division my family and I are in, the Industrialists- the producers and builders of Civic.
On the last day of each year, every teenager turning into an adult was to attend Observance.
Observance was a ceremony which chose your biggest characteristic. Your characteristic was one of five...
Being pretty will put you in Picturesque.
Plain and shy people ended up in Negligible.
Honest, brave, loyal people were a part of Spearheads.
Cultivators were nice, tree huggers.
My group of people were intelligent mathematicians and such.
I, on the other hand, never felt right as an Industrialist. It just wasn’t who I was. But to be honest, I didn’t even know who I was. All my life I was raised in an Industrialist home. We were not allowed to feel any compassion to the opposite sex unless he or she was our Gleamer.
At birth we were given a necklace which only gleamed if we were around our Gleamer (soul mate) or Division Plate.
This year I am to attend Observance with my twin sister, Alika.
It is terrifying knowing you have to leave home to fulfill your duty to society in another division. I know I am turning an adult and all, but knowing that I have to leave my little brothers, little sister, mom, and dad behind saddens me.