The Beautiful Ugly

I live in a world that is divided. The beautifuls separated from the uglys. If you are fortunate enough to be a beautiful you live in Randolia, but if you are unfortunately an ugly you live in Kryptin. I was born and raised in kryptin, the slums of the world. Once a year the president comes with his two advisors. They group every 15 year old together and evaluate them. If you are thought to be beautiful you move to Randolia. If not you stay in Kryptin. People from Randolia never get evaluated, because if you were born with the beautifuls you must be beautiful. To leave Kryptin you only need two of three votes. Everyone who leaves only gets two votes. No one has ever gotten three before. Well until I turned 15 that's is. At the age of 15 I was taken away from my family, friends, home and life to start a new one in Randolia. I was the first person ever to get all three votes. I was the first person who didn't want to leave Kryptin. I was the first person to fight back. I was also the first person to be handcuffed and forced onto the Beautiful train. But I was the last one to see what was coming my way very soon.