Do Not Go Gentle
Disclaimer: I do not own Matched or any of Ally Condie's characters.
During the final hours of the tedious train ride, I do very little. I sit, orderly, and do not write any more words down. I simply think. About Ky, about Xander, about Bram, mother and father. But mostly I think about Grandfather. They killed him, they killed so everything could be "fair" and uniform. I think of what I would say to those officers who allowed him to be poisoned. Who allowed him to go. Then and there I decide to commit, for grandfather, Ky, Xander, Em and everyone else. I will not go gentle.
When the air train does stop, Bram is the first to get up, to look about. There are more trees here, and more open land. It is how mother always described it. An Officer meets us on the platform.
"We will be going to the City Center, so you may receive your assignments." He explains. "Schooling for…(he consults a list) Bram Reyes and Work Pos…"
I cut him off, though I know it is rude. "What about my Schooling?"
"You must be Cassia Reyes. You are seventeen and we decided there was no point in you beginning at a new school, so you have been assigned to a permanent working position."
I almost get excited, my mother smiles at me, and my father winks. Then remember my plans, I remember that I will not be here long, and that they don't know that. Soon I be with Ky, and I will have to find new work wherever he is. But I allow my curiosity to ask, "Really, where?"
The Officer glances at his paper again. "We were very impressed with your sorting skills, and it seemed fitting to place you somewhere where those skills can thrive. You have been placed in the Matching Department." I allow my mother to gap open, as my jaw slacks. I back tears, which my parents pretend are of joy.
"Congratulations, Cassia." Papa pats me on the back. I wince.
"Oh, honey I'm glad… I was worried…" Mom says, however she does not continue. Bram just smiles a bit.
"Yes, yes. Many departments wanted her after she scored so high on all the tests."
"I'm proud of you." Papa says.
Later, in the dark emptiness of my new room I write a letter to Grandpa on a napkin I kept from dinner on the train. A letter he will never read. At the bottom I write a short 4 line poem, about Ky. In it, I tell Grandfather about Ky, and my choices. I do it in my own words, my own poetry even. I know he would have appreciated it.
Time moves much too fast
It might be too late
The past is the past
But this could be fate
A/N: I just read Matched and LOVED IT. But there aren't many fanfics for it. I'll have to change that…he he.