random stuff

no name yet- teaser for book one

I walk through the hall in a straight line. My arms perfectly folded around my books. The floor. The walls. The roof. The lockers, and my clothes. All white. Almost blinding. But they do well to cover the cameras strategically placed all around the institution. Dare stray your eyes from their according destination, and you'll be punished. There are footsteps clicking on the ground beside me. But, they're interrupted. Interrupted. But I cannot stop. In moments a warm substance covers my right cheek. Military grade bullets inside the cameras. Strong enough to shatter skulls. If you do anything you're not supposed to do, you too will gain a shattered skull. The blood stains my shoe, and I feel a sensation in my foot.

This is an institution where children are sent to become the next generation's geniuses. Or that's what they tell us, but why would they lie? To be a perfect child, you must have perfect posture. To be a perfect child, you must never stray from your objectives, which are given by your elders. To be a perfect child, you must be whatever the elders want. Or you can die. After all, this institution is able to pump out the highest grade of children.

I don't remember my name. I'm only referred to as H-46. Every resident has a name given by the institution. I am a great resident. I make full marks on everything. It's unusual to see me off even by one. If I ever did, the staff look at me as if I had heartlessly bludgeoned someone.