Sector 743

Sector 743

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Hi. I don't have a name. Only a number. 74-35b. That's what they call me. 74-35b this, 74-35b that. It drives me nuts. Why do the guards get names and we don't? It's so darn stupid. You see, I live in a compound. A high security prison if you will. Over three thousand guards fill the place. Five thousand prisoners fill the cells. My parents were caught and brought here. I was born here which gave the prison control over me. They gave me a number and separated me from my parents. I grew up with the other kids and they all came up with names of each other. I never got one. I was shut out. Yeah, I got school. It was the only place I felt normal. My teachers were brought in from some of the nearby schools. They cared for me like my parents would have. This is my story. This is my revenge. This... is my greatest, and only mission. Ever.
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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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