Some would say that we live in a utopia. I suppose that in a way they're correct. Everyone smiles, no one's unemployed, and people are happy. From my view, it's a dystopia. We have to smile; if we don't, we're... let go. When we turn sixteen, we get a permanent smile, one that's sewn onto our faces. For a kid like me, it's absolute hell. See, I have anxiety. It's not severe, but it's significant. Anyways, I guess I should be getting into the story, huh?All Rights Reserved