As the sun hit my skin, I relaxed
and thought about the day’s events. The new teacher for history,
Mr. Azazel,
was kind of big news in our school. It was rare that teachers were fired, but our
old
teacher apparently was found out to be an advocate for taking down the
royals. It was considered
to be a crime punishable by death if anyone was found
secretly hating any government officials. I
opened my eyes when I heard some
voices in the distance. Usually no one dares come this close
to the wall. It’s
considered to be bad luck amongst many people, but I rather like the quiet
solitude.
Just me, and my thoughts. It was a group of guys around my age,
probably daring one another to
go touch it so that they could be a part of
whatever secret club they made. After school, boys and
girls who are uncured
are allowed to mingle, but any long-term conversations are highly
discouraged. If
you are seen with the same guy 2 days in a row, it is deemed dangerous because
one
of them may develop an infatuation, which leads to sex. The royal family banned
any sort of
intimate relationships between the non-cured, not just to control
population, but scientists
discovered that it will only lead to loneliness,
depression, and eventually suicide. The effects of not
being able to love are
dangerous. I sit up and grab my bag. I can’t stay too long tonight because it
is my chore night. I usually finish everything Thursday night so I can spend Friday
out late, but I
didn’t get it finish everything because my sister, Shayla
called. She’s been cured for almost 2
years now and fell in love with a guy
named Thomas. They moved out and got married not too
long after they were both
cured. I trudge back down the narrow streets, trying to go as slowly as
possible.
By the time I reach home, the air was just starting to have a slight chill to
it. My mother
was in the kitchen doing the dishes when I walked in. “Leah! Dinner
is already finished. You are
home too late again because I’ve almost got the
dishes done.” She said in a stern pitchy voice.
“I know, sorry, I stopped by
the park again before I came home,” I replied. She rolled her eyes and
dried
her hands on the towel that was laying over the oven handle. “Whatever. You can
finish
dishes and then finish anything that is left on your list of things to
do tonight. Don’t stay up too late
because tomorrow is a big day.” I nod curtly
and start without any argument. I know its better to
not fight with my mother
right now. Tomorrow is the day that the royal family invites any 15-year-
old
that has been labeled as immune to Aneurohysteria. It is filmed for the public and
all the
families in the city will be watching the choosing tomorrow. It doesn’t
really interest me, but I know
if I say this to anyone, especially my mother, I
could be labeled as an advocate for freedom. I
finish everything I need to do
and head to bed. Sleep claims me fast.
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