The Apawin
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Tick, tock. There it was again, that nauseous feeling. My eyes burned, and the fluttered open. "Annese! Annika! Ari! Anyone!" I shouted. My eyes were burning, but something cleared up. This was not Eoue, our Eden. This was not my home. How did I get here? What happened to me? I don't remember anything. ~ The human race lives on, but under strict conditions. One child is allowed, girls are more valuable that boys, nutrition is based on what the government thinks you should have to be properly "healthy" and that once they are a senior, they take a test known as the Apawin, not citizens call it "The Quiz of the Dead" Fifty seniors take the test, and the top 25 go onto the next "round", where only fifteen come out. Then, ten come out of the third and final stage, a test of speed. This is to make sure Eoue has the strongest, smartest, and fastest.
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