My world of white, My world of color

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Shizuku PoV

Student 420





That was my name.






That was the name given to me.





'4' representing the generation in which I belong.

'20' representing the order in when I was born to this generation.



I am one of  the many students in this generation.

100 students were assigned to each generation from what we were told....


But in each generation.....



The students begin to dwindle in numbers...

From 100.....to 90......to 75.........to 60.......


And so on and so forth.


But our generation which is referred to as ' The 4th Generation' was a bit different.




We only began with 99 students.



None of my genmates asked since they could care less.



Our training regimen was too tough for them to care for anything else anyways....




We hardly interacted with each other like in the way humans interact with each other in the books I've read.




We were simply born and nurtured to become the best.....








Subject 420.....





A name that was given to me against my will....











But I'd like to be referred to as ' Suzuki Shizuku'.






A real name.









' Suzuki' meaning bell tree

' Shizuku' meaning droplet





But in order to not confuse Suzuki with the bell tree music instrument.



I decided to refer to it as the snowbell tree.


A beautiful flowering plant which sprouts snow white colored cups of flower on its branches.



So in other words....

" A drop of snowbell cups"







Would make....a tiny bit of sense now , right?


Maybe not....





But I like it.






Suzuki Shizuku was a name I chose after reading one of the many books in the library.




It came from a childish story book.



It told of a beautiful maiden who yearned for freedom , but was trapped in a world of white.


The maiden had nothing fun or had anything worth doing in that white world.

She spent her years talking to herself, thinking about outrageous thoughts, thinking about the colorful world she wanted to experience.


Many , many thoughts.....


Until, a man had entered her world of white seemingly by chance.



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