Jasmine is my assigned name, but I hate it even though it's a flower name. Strepsirrhine of DOOM Aug 24th 2022 at 9:42:52 AM. what a cute character i sure hope he doesnt become a horror beyond my comprehension. She hesitates, but turns away.Ī couple moments later, the girl who looks like my sister says softly, "I'm Flora." She looks down shyly and brushes her brown hair from her face. Gallant doesnt hate people for their interests. "It's not."Ībigail bites her lip, as if expecting a pain serum to be released from the microchip under her skin. I probably look the same way, but these girls are differentominous reminders of my bleak future. The black mascara and bubblegum pink lipstick they wear makes them look strangely subhuman. Im not crazy.I avoid the other girls whenever I can. Even though I wasn't talking to her, I feel compelled to answer. A black-haired girl keeps telling me to stop talking to myself. "No!" My voice is mingled with defiance and frustration. Each of us was assigned a new name upon arrival. "My name's Abigail." I know it is a lie because that's the name our masters assigned her. "What's your name?" I ask the girl who looks like my sister, but the black-haired girl interrupts. My eyes begin to tear thinking about my family. She looks pretty, her features like my sister's. I focus my vision on the only girl in the room who is not wearing makeup. Whoever the girls were, they were changed: their wills broken, their names erased, their pride and freedom replaced with subservience and omnipresent fear. I probably look the same way, but these girls are different-ominous reminders of my bleak future. A black-haired girl keeps telling me to stop talking to myself. This story participated in Future Problem Solving Program International's 2014 International Conference.
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