One Phone Call
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Ongoing6m
Last published Wed, Oct 29, 2014
1000 years after the war, our founders created a system they believed would sustain ever lasting peace. They called it the House System. The system is basically held together my people's sir names that are based off their personality. The placing ceremony takes place in your 17th year, your leader will decide where you belong on your 17th birthday. After your 23rd birthday, you move into your house, in your city. Then, in your 26th, or 27th year, you have your ceremony of match. During the ceremony, you must rank all the people on your card from 1st to 5th. Of course you can choose a boy or girl. Then, your leader will collect your card and match you with the best match. Anyway, back to your visiting. On your 17th birthday, you are to skip school, an authority will observe how you live. People are always saying the the visiting is wonderful, but when they say that, their voice is mechanic, not human. But then again, how am I to trust my ears when I can't even see myself in the mirror?
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