Hey Guys, IfWritersCoudldSpeak here,
So I LOVE fashionablyobsessed and I think she is phenomenal so I had to enter her challenge. I chose Perfection and I hope you enjoy!
God, I'm scared.
My grandmother was fifteen when the guards knocked on her door and shot her husband.
My mother was fifteen when she had me, before dying due to complications.
Now, I, Nina Martin, myself am fifteen, a woman in the eyes of The Council, and I am hunted.
But The Council could never find me…
…I would find them.
It was early March, when the last species of birds begin to reappear, their dark, bitter, cold days over. I still cover myself with my sheet, more than one if Victor allows it, which is never.
By fifteen you had to take the test. They would take you, mess with your mind, squeeze out all your errors, your mistakes and make you perfect.
Perfect.
That seven-letter word was everything in our world. "Perfect" was a not even a word anymore, it was a phrase. After age fifteen it wasn't, "He looks perfect," or "She sings perfectly," no, it was just perfect.
She is perfect, my mother said, her last words, as the nurse recalled, She is perfect, and she's mine.
Today was the eighth, and I went to school. My bag was not strapped across my body like it used to. In fact, last night, my final night at the orphanage, I took the bag, and dumped out all the contents on the floor. My room was packed, a half-full box in the corner that contained everything I wanted.
My notes littered the floor yesterday, and I took them all and dumped them into the trash, not giving them a second thought. The government knew how to perfect me, they would know I didn't care about how a cell divided or how a train operated; they would probably give me some stupid job like housewife or chambermaid or something.
The rest of the contents were dumped as well, mainly school stuff. I was about to give up and throw it all away, when I got up to replace the trash bag, full of useless materials, and stepped on something. I screamed quietly, knowing that this was Victor's Study Hour, and if I interrupted the master of the house that he would make sure I got a pathetic job tomorrow.
I wiped away the blood streaming from my foot, and covered it with spare gauze in my room.
I looked down to find the thing that caused the injury as a mirror, now shattered. I looked into to see my face, dirty and ugly as the kids as school would say.
Why couldn't they have made me perfect earlier?
I whispered good-bye to my school, as it had been the only place where I could laugh and cry at the same time. I filed myself in line amongst the other kids, who were anxious as to what their futures held.
Me? I just wanted it to be over with.
We sat down in the plastic chairs of the auditorium, waiting for The Council opening speech. By the time the members had stood on stage, the entire room was hushed, no one wanting to The Council to view them as an ImPerfect, and sentencing them underground.
"Welcome," the blonde female in red, stunning us with her beauty. Only then did every girl in the room, realize they would become as beautiful as her, in only a few minutes. "You have all turned fifteen, announcing your coming of age into adulthood. We are The Council, the five most important members of your government. Defy us, and the consequences as severe." Every person in the room fidgeted uncomfortably, but the blonde woman smiled, "but of course, you know this, so let's continue. You are all shaped to become perfect, to show every one of you as a person beneficial to the government. You are all ready to move forward in life, and I want you to be confident that you cannot make any mistakes now, and the ones you have made will be forgotten. You are getting new lives, new careers, and you do not need to worry about messing up because you never will." She smiled again, showing off pearly white teeth, "You'll be perfect."
Next thing I knew, it was dark.
I know, short, stupid, but I will make up for it. You will love me again. (At least I hope you currently love me.)
See ya next time!
~IfWritersCouldSpeak~