The Imperfections Of Fate

Chapter 1: There's no such emotion as terror

Sanem

I walk straight and confident down the small street. A big smile is plastered on my face, and my mind is thinking of wonderful things. Other people walk by me, happy and merry. Today is a so much better day than yesterday. Every day is better than the one before it. You always have to be positive when you're living in a place like Imiopia.

I lift my head high to gaze at the massive, pure white skyscrapers rising above me. They are sparkling in the fake sun. The clouds look so real you could almost imagine they weren't painted onto the Dome that surrounds us. That separates us from the unlivable world outside.

The MORD tells us we can't even begin to think of what the world was like before. What it was like before this Dome was built. They say our city, Imiopia, is the last city in the world standing. No one actually knows the history of the outside world.

The MORD are the only ones that are allowed to go beyond the Dome. The MORD stands for: The ministry of republic defense. The only thing we know is that they saved us from ourselves. They brought us here and rid us of all negative feelings. No one has felt pain, hurt, sadness or any of those emotions since.

I turn off of the street and walk towards Central Park. The grass that grows there is cut to perfection and the trees are made to look like different animals. I've never seen a real-life animal because they only live outside the Dome.

Entering the gates of the park I glide across the soft grass to a white bench. I sit down on the bench, rest my back against the wood, and stretch my legs out.

Looking around me, I watch young children playing a game called tag, one of the few games that were allowed to be played from outside the Dome.

A couple sits off to my left on another bench, completely unaware of the people around them. Everywhere I look, no one is over the age of thirty-two. The MORD says that is the age of perfection. That is why we only grow to that age then stop. It makes the world a younger place. I am only sixteen, and still have a long way to go before I reach that age. But I'm so excited. Well...I can't NOT be. No one knows what it's like to feel a negative emotion. No one wants to know. And that is a good thing.

I think...

🜋🜋🜋🜋🜋

"Mum! Dad! I'm home."

I step into our cozy living room and shut the door behind me. Our couch is sitting on the right wall, looking white and perfect. I walk over to the couch and flop down onto the puffy cushions, staring at the black, blank TV on the opposite wall.

"Sanem. You're home."

My head snaps up and I see mum standing in the doorway of the hall. Her hands rest calmly at her sides, and she's beaming. She has jet black hair that lies perfectly straight down her back, just like mine. Her features are small and petite.

"Sanem. My perfect angel."

Mum glides over to the couch and bends down to give me a brief hug.

Sanem. My parents gave me that name because the meaning is perfection. They say I am a perfect angel.

"Maren."

Mum and I both instantly look up at the sound of dad's voice. The next second he's standing in the room.

"There you girls are."

He does one of his stunning grins and marches over to pat me enthusiastically on the shoulder. I beam up at him.

"Right. Maren."

Dad turns to confront mum. My mum's name, Maren, means 'one who came from the shore'. It suits her perfectly because she's always hanging around pools and having one-hour baths. I've never seen the shore. But some people say it is where the sea meets the land. I've never seen the sea either. Dad and I say that if mum had a choice, she'd live by the shore.