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Area 4372

“Ahhhh!” I screamed.


“Priya, what is it?” Harriet whispered.


“Your pulling my hair. It hurts! Ahhhh!” I screamed again.


“Dear, your overreacting. Your not going to scream over such a silly thing. You need this. Your quit… ugly without my help.” She said.


“Get off of me!” I yelled. I pushed her of me and shoved hr out the door. Today I was expected to show myself in the parade. We held it every year. The governor would come done to Main Street and watch as all the girls and boys performed in their lovely attire.


The governor was opsesed with beauty. Her hole family was. All the governors of the city in area 4372 had their people cackled in products to amp up their beauty.


I marched to my wardrobe and pulled out my lavander dress. My hair would be simple. I tied it up in a bun and clipped my shoes onto my feet. There silver glow reflected of the mirror in a celestial manner. For my face, I powdered it and did my lips. I had never done my eyes wich made me nervous. I patted them down with a light pink before I slipped out of my room.


The blank white hallways felt never ending. When I fjnally came to the stairs I passed silently by those younger then me who wouldn’t participate in the parade.


I had been told to worry about the governor calling me over to her. If that happened then I would sure be sentenced to death. Or worse.


I stepped outside and met the blinding light of the streets. “Veil,” the man in the green suit in ground of me said. He used his hand to direct me out to the street. I followed his eye line and walked into the crowd.


When the music began we began. I followed behind hundreds of people. I mentally said goodby to them as we walked. When we came to a stop inground of the governor she began to speak.


“I have on male to take and one female,” she said. She shuffled in her spot and stepped closer to us, taking the microphone from the soldier who had directed me out onto the street eirlier.


“The male I will punish is, Jeffery Tsol,” she said.


A man in an orange suit and black hair stepped up. She slapped him and shoved him into the helicopter behjnd her. The pilot turned it on and the panels began to spin, whipping air around.


“The femal I wil be taking is, Priya Surveal.”

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