Part 1. The Immunity.
5:30AM. A pill travels down my throat. Soon I'll be under the control of our main faction, which treats the people a pill known as Gibel. Our city relies on the work of others. The pill makes you selfless and obey orders. At 6:00AM, I find myself at the rail-yard, I clean the tracks that go in and out of our city but I am not permitted to pass the fence. Brianna Caldwell, our leader; says that the outside world is corrupt.
I clean the tracks with a wet rag. It stains with the tar from left oil. My arm stops, my muscles twitch and finally they release a breath of air and my head clears. For once, I feel human. A dove lands on a piece of metal hanging from the roof. It's head quickly turns; left, right, then left again. It's wings stretch, It's a beautiful shade of blue; It's feathers glisten in the sunlight. It flies away then I find myself cleaning the tracks once again.
In school, we all take notes in sync, never missing a beat. Once I'm home, we sit at the table; taking spoonfuls of mashed potatoes. Dinner is the only time we can feel free...For the time being.
We take a pill that makes us hungry, then after dinner we take a sleeping pill, then 5:30 rolls around and down goes the working pill. Three pills a day keeps the rebellion away.
I awake in the middle of the night to voices, my parents. I shouldn't be awake now, the pill is supposed to last till the designated time.
I follow the voices, I know I'm not supposed to be curious; my district is made up of Selflessness...keeping to yourself. I am not drugged, I feel it in my bones.
I ease around the corner and listen in on my parents small talk.
"Should we tell her?" My mother asks.
"Yes, but when is the right time?" My father replies.
"Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" I ask.
I lean my back against the wall, I can see in their pupils that they aren't drugged either.
"There's something we need to talk about" My father lays his hand on my shoulder. He's handsome, his ears are gauged and he has one piercing above his right eye. Piercings signify all the bad you've done in your life.
"You're Immune" He says slowly.
"To?"
"The drug" He replies.
His eyes dart around the room.
"I'm assuming you guys are too?" I can't stop myself from being curious.
He shakes his head.
"Bailey...You need to go. Head to faction 4, there a man will be waiting for you, His name is Logan...There will also be the nurse that gives us the pills, She'll help you. Gather your stuff"
My eyes water as I pack the pink dress, signifying my district into my bag. I pull my blonde hair back into a ponytail and uncover my mirror. Once every year, we are allowed to see our reflection. My pink dress, my tied back hair, It yells the district of selflessness, but it's all I have.
3:00AM rolls around and I slip on my boots, hug my parents and head for faction 4. Everything I know is about to change.