The Lobis

The Lobis

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"I always dreamed of being a princess. One with wavy, long blonde hair. But I knew that my dull, brunette hair would never change. Nor would my stature, I would always stay too tall for the boys my age to like, to skinny to have anything fit properly on me. My social ranking wouldn't either.I wouldn't say that I'm a loser, or popular. I'm kind of in the middle. Sometimes being in the middle, unknown, was better than being in the direct spotlight. There are castes in our society, They decided this ten years ago. You are graded on your physical features. Men are judged on their masculinity, like their muscles, facial feature, broadness and how well they can create children. The woman are graded on their facial feature, hair and eye color, height and weight, and the ability to bare children. The Puikus' are at the top of the caste. They are perfect, graded 98-100. They are segregated to an area where everything is provided for them, and the government keeps everything out of that area. The caste below the perfects are the almost perfects, they have only one or two minor flaws. They are called the Meglakin's. Normally the flaws are that the person is too bland, or the eyes are too far apart. Their grading scale is a 86-98. Below the Meglakin's, there are the normal's. They are called Orelites. This is where my family falls into place. They are a 65-85, the biggest category. Poor Ashlee was graded an 85, my father an 83, my mother an 84 and my brother, Dustin, an 81. Below the Meglakin, the untouchable class is called the Mantrium's. This is where I fall into place. I was graded a 13. 13/100. An F. I disgrace my family, and this is what sucks the most. I am pushed down to the curb."
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