One Phone Call

One Phone Call

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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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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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