To Be Free

Chapter 1

I was always a wanderer. I can't stay in one place for too long; It bores me. It scares me.
That's why I have never been one suitable for a family. Not one of the ones "Picked." Yes, that means I should have been killed. I know that. But I ran. Are they still looking for me?
It has been years, but yes. Yes because no-one has ever defied the System. I was a first. Now they need to pull am apart to figure me out.
The place I am from used to be called an "Orphanage." Now, it has no name, but is known as the "Pound."
It is known as that because, like the dogs that used to be too common, to overpopulated, that's how us humans are now. It used to be that people could have children, of their own I believe. Now, only the highest in the Society are permitted to have children and even they must turn them over to the "Pound."
I think they have hope that their child will be "Picked."
There are too many people. We have, in the past ruined our own chances if survival.
I cannot even imagine a world where people keep their children. Is it a myth? No. I don't believe so. It must be true, because if it was true it means that it could be true again.
Children may not have to go through what they do in the present time.
When a child is born, it goes in the "Pound." People have tried to hide their baby, to keep it, but in turn, killed them all.
We live a part of our lives in total poverty at the "Pound." The "good children" a very few- are "Picked." 77% of all the children are left. They are killed. Just like unwanted dogs at the pound. I know the Earth is overpopulated! I know it's awful! But we should have know it was coming; should have prevented it! It's too late now.
There were things called "books" as well. All burned. Now there are Tablets, electronic readers. Only those.
"Books are bad, they kill trees." Some have said.
True, but why ruin ones already written?
It is all part of the System I suppose. The rules that none question. None but me, of course. Don't judge me. Don't call me selfish for wanting to live. I am a child who wants to live her life. Get assigned a partner and a Picked child. It is not the best life but I want to live it.
I wish things were like the stories they tell us of the Before time. They did not kill innocent children back them. They was "crime" as they say. They say they solved that. They say it is good, innocents were getting hurt and killed, that this era in time is so much better, but so many innocents are killed every year, when the "Picked" are chosen.
It is not better. Time before was not perfect, but so much better then this.

Note: Hey guys! So I will try to write one chapter of this a week and just in case you didn't notice it's a Dystopian novel about a girl who defied the government and dodged her destiny. I know, it's kinda typical. Should I continue? I think I will, as it really interests me to write. And yes, this is how I think of the future... My brain is twisted! Oh and I am really trying to get more followers- I would love that! So if you could repost! And comment! Comments mean the world to me! And I do appreciate constructive criticism but not too harsh- This is just the first chapter! Thanks guys!