The small shape beside me trembles. I need to save home. I need to save my family. No. My family is dead. No. The neighborhood is crushed. No. I need to save him. The little cowering boy from the streets. I've seen him. but I never really paid much thought...

3 years ago..

"Wait, Cadence!"

"Sorry, Rachel!" I slow to let her catch up. "Why are you so excited?" Rachel asks, bent over from running. "Because today, I am now officially in the double digits ! I'M 10!" Then I stop. "I'm 10" I repeat, now realizing what that means. "Now we won't get to be in the same school," sniffed Rachel. "Cause I'm only 9". Impress up next to her. "Soon you will be ten, and we will be together again." For, our schools are run based off age. So, when you become 10, you go to 10th grade. we stay in school until we are thirteen, after twelfth grade. Then we learn all about our jobs. You can literally do anything you want to, but you have to be good at it. So, around tenth grade you look at different jobs, to see which Job is going to be your destiny. All buildings have different signs,

rating all the jobs and seeing what jobs need to pick up the pace or slack off a bit.

the people in charge of legal announcements and newspapers

the people in charge of food

the task of caring for the babes

fishing

prepare for the games. These games are held in our neighborhood, and we run around, have picnics, and get time off from work for a day.

the arts, like singing, artwork, music, and dancing

sending off someone we love to the afterlife

sanitation

cosmetics

clothing

marriage

weather

animals

gardens

authors

scientists

doctors

mail

caretakers

watchmen

So the job opportunities are very large. some nearby neighborhoods only have one job option. But what am I going to be?