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Different (Scomiche)
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    Time 2h 46m
Complete, First published Jul 04, 2016
Mature
Everyone was the same. 

You wake up, change into the same outfit, and then go to school. 

Society made you all equal, so no person was different from another. 

If you were strange, you were diagnosed as a Different. For everyone was to wear the same things, act the same, and love the same.

A normal person would fall in love after they were twenty to someone of the opposite gender. Marriages were considered a hassle, so you would not have a ceremony, just decide if you wanted to be married or not. Once married, there was no divorcing. 

For if you were not normal, you'd be coded. Normals wear white, Differents wear black.
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Dreams. Everyone has them. For Scott, dreams meant freedom. Dreams meant escape. Dreams meant he could see. For Mitch, dreams weren’t dreams at all. Dreams were nightmares, dark and dangerous. For Scott, dreams were an escape. An escape from a life in which everyone pities him. Because in real life, Scott couldn’t see a thing. It was an accident, when he was a senior in high school. One year ago. An accident that left him blind and alone. Until Mitch. For Mitch, nothing was an escape. Dreams meant nightmares and real life meant Travis. And Travis meant pain. For Mitch, nothing was an escape. Until Scott. Scott, the blind boy who he’d agreed to help out because he needed the community service. Scott, the blind boy who was the only one who saw the world his way. Scott hadn’t wanted to be the charity case. But he needed the help, only being blind a year. So he let Mitch become his helper. And Mitch was a better helper than he could have hoped. It was weird, how gifts worked.