A D E N

Number 173. Thats my name from the people that raised me to a young adult. The other numbers here, like 235 and 230(My friends), desire to finally have the privilege to see whats beyond the medal walls that surround us. It's said that once a number has done enough work for those behind the masks, that they get 8 months to explore what they have missed for so long. Then, well...we work again and again and again.

Finally my time to see the so called beautiful place I longed for landed right in front of me. Tons and tons of others like me, but with odd names from mine and different clothing. Scared and completely left alone to survive, I found myself in care of a handsome man. A sky blue eyed man, around my age, tall and built in the the right places knew where I came from.

His name was Aden.