Imagine this: living in a world where you are controlled what to think.
Imagine this: that as soon as you are born you are paired with one of the governments people who supplies you with emotions and hormones. You could be happy one moment, and suicidal the next.
Imagine this: The only thing you can do yourself is speech, in which you control
Imagine that:

Georgina lives in this world, she has been controlled her whole life; her life all planned out for her. The government- the Keyrolls, realize that they have complete control over human life, and it is no surprise that they're up to something. In a world with no control, Georgina and her team must find a way to take down the keyrolls, and save humankind for the second time.


6. A goodbye should never be rushed..

I stand in the kitchen, eating cereal, and also brushing my hair at the same time, when the postbot sliped a letter through the letter box. Curiosly I went to go and get it, it was adressed to me. I ripped it open, with delight I had never had a letter adressed to me before. I read the writing, the language had to many stupid posh words, which I had to only guess what they meant. However, I got into that KGSC school, I forgot about it, it was almost 2 months scince that wierd conversation with the head. I didn't feel excited, I felt dizzy, I tried to walk to my mother who was in the other room, but I tripped clumsily, I tried to get up, and regain my balance, but my centre of gravity had other ideas, as I collapsed again. What was I doing?  







I stare numbly at my bags that surrond my feet; I stand waiting for the train, mother stands by me, clutching Bradley with a tight, protective grip; The train station is old and batteret, the train sign is on its hindges, as it squeaks in pain when the wind hits it. Two plastic benches sit isolated to the left of the ticket office, and the cement floor, is littered in weathered cloured gum. nice. I look at mother. She's a good actress, her facial expression is just a mask. She smiles at me, but I know that is just put on. For I am her companian, and even though this oppertunity is for the best, I know my mother doesn't want me to go.

The train wheezes as it pulls up to the platform, it lets out a massive sigh of steam as the train grinds to a holt. I pick up my bags and put them on the train, as I do so I promise myself that I should be happy. The satisitcs of being chosen to this school is extremley slim, 'Once in a blue moon' as Violette calls it. I turn around and put on a brave face. This is my time to put ona false mask of expression. Mother let out a cry and grabbed my arm to pull me close. I knew saying goodbye would not be easy. "I will see you in 2 months. I will write loads." It's the only thing I could say. My speech seemed rushed, as if I wanted to get this goodbye over and done with. Then it hit me. Keyrolls. They want me at this school, and the quicker they got me there, the quicker they could start teaching me.

My brain was telling me to start walking to the train door. I wanted to speak to my mother for longer, tell her that I loved her. I hoped on the train and waved through the grubby window. My mother waved back, as the train jerked out of the station, I looked back. All I saw was a dark figure melting away into the distance.

Damn you keyrolls. Can't you have let me have a little extra time?

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