This is my first story, so be nice! Actually, that's not true. I published a different story, but then I read what I had written, and immediately deleted it. Hopefully this one will be better!

Anya sat on the edge of the her seat. She had been excited about her ceremony of 12 since she had consciously known about it.

Anya watched as the family units received their newchildren. That was fun enough.

Then she watched the two's. They stared out with their huge eyes.

Then the threes. Anya slouched back in her chair, but her eyes stayed fixed on the stage.

At the fours, her eyes glazed over, and she retreated to her thoughts.

She remembered the morning. She had risen early, woken her parents and younger brother, quickly devoured the breakfast laid out by the laborers, and rushed outside to mount her bike. She sat there for a bit on her bike, tilted to the side so she could balance. After a minute or two, though to Anya it seemed like hours, her family unit emerged from the house, their eyes still heavy from sleep. Her parents took the pill.

Anya didn't take the pill yet. Her parental units had explained that it helped with some strange dreams, called the stirrings. She was excited to take hers if it meant she would be an adult sooner.

This reminded her of her dreams. She had a list going in her mind.

Department of Justice: This was what Anya's mom did. Judging cases had always interested her, just as it did Anya. If she couldn't judge the cases, she wanted to at least be a part of them.

Landscape Design: Anya had always been kind of artsy. Her science projects always had more drawings than words.

Nurturer: Anya was kind of interested in children. Only the young ones interested her though. She liked how the newchildren looked with their big eyes, and out of proportion heads.

Engineer: More of a back up plan than something she would actually want to be. Nevertheless, interesting.

Speaker: A last resort. In case of emergency. If she couldn't have it any other way, Anya could deal with being a speaker. It was better than some things.

Anya looked back up. The 11s had their hair lopped off, and were returning to their seats. Oh well. She had hoped that they would get through everyone fast, and she would be assigned today.

Her dreams would have to wait.