17 April 2012
When your number is called, you should make your way down to the nearest disappear house. Well, we call it the disappear house, it's formally known as the "centre of honour". See, everyone is born with a number. A "life number". Its imprinted on your stomach when you are born. Mum told me that when her grandad got it done he was quite old and he didn't understand it's purpose. Nobody did for a while. It's used for everything. From school to work, to some simple things like buying a drink. But there is something every person dreads about their number. Will it be chosen? Before great grandad died, the population got so massive, and the food so scarce, that the earth was told that humans would need to be "culled at random" for 5 years. Well, that's what he told my mum. 5 years. Well over half a century on and it still happens. You just have to hope your number isn't called.
(more to be added, this is just the 'blurb' for my whole story.)
Miss Courtney Peace
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