Donor
By: Anna Q.
Prologue
'Every experiment will be in need of a replacement, whether it be an arm or a heart, the donors are the most important part of an experiment,' I was told and lived by this, knowing I would eventually die for science. I was only a spare, but I was different from the other donors, I had a face, and could eat, smell, hear, and see the world, unlike the other donors, small newborn babies with no faces living on life support systems. The scientists said I was a mistake, but still could be used. The good scientist-the ones who had never meant on mutating children, but thought they would save the world- took me in as an 'foster care child under a home school education.' But I was incredibly smart. By the age of 10, I could already be accepted into college. I spent most of my time doing paperwork for the scientists; it's what I was taught to do. I was never aloud to go outside, couldn't play because I could run faster then a star track runner. I never went a doctor; I had a heart like a horse. I was different, and was treated different then the experiments, because I wasn't an experiment, I was their parts.
So many times I had spent the night at the school. This happened when the scientists had been exterminated by Itex, because of rumors of them fleeing with me from Itex. The secrets were important, not me. I was always escorted to a car and drove away, never in ear range to hear the gunshots. I would be placed in the donor room with the faceless babies, hearing the scientists commenting. "Does any experiment need eyes?" or "A large arm?" I was never able to fall asleep.
But this last time I escaped, though what had happened to the scientist I was with, I didn't know, and what would happened to me, I didn't know either.
My name is Violet, I'm 14, and I'm donor, running away from fate.
Yay! First Fanfic is up and running. I would love your comments!
Chap 1 will actually have her meeting the flock! Woot!