Let's face it and tell ourselves the truth. We all want to be the same as everyone else, right? Because we think we're cool when we have the same expensive shoes, or the same, cool new phone. Even supporting the same sports team! But what if one day being different was more than that? What if it meant more than just being left out. What if it meant dying? The world is split up into two sides at the axis. One side for the seven tiers, the higher the smarter, the worse. The other side remains a mystery. Kimly no last name(they are not allowed one) has a talent that if word gets out about can kill her. All the different ones go. The HIHs take them and execute them. What will happen now that she's different? How can being unique be bad. How can being smart be dangerous. Why does her mind work this way? • • • "You're cute when you're angry." He taps my nose, making me even more frustrated. "Oh really?" I snap, "Well than I'm about to be GORGEOUS!" "Woah!" He teases, "so you can talk too!" I put my hand on his chest, and push him away a bit. "Go back to where you came from." "Got it!" He smirks and trots over to somewhere behind the tree's. He than sticks his head out a out from behind a thick tree, "but don't come too me when you're hungry and cold, and scared."
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