"Calm, peaceful." My mother coaxes me in a singsong voice.
"I'm fine. Go away." She frowns at the sharpness of my voice but leaves none-the-less.
I sprawled on my bed and cover my face with my hands.
I practically scream in my mind, rolling over to punch my pillow. I don't belong in this stupid faction, where all they do is sing songs and gather fruit.
"Callie! Someone would like to speak to you!" My mother calls happily, but I doubt she can speak any other way.
I sit up, smooth my red shirt and skip down the stairs like my little sister. Whoever's here doesn't need to know about my......incident .
Of course I stop short and wince. They're here again. The officials to inject me with peace-juice (or that's what I call it, at least).
"Hello, Callie. Please step closer, we wish to make this quick." The man in the center has a voice like silk. He is flanked by a shorter man and a smiling woman. She has curly hair that poufs in all directions,
Reluctantly, I step forward and wait until the needle is pulled out. I feel a warm, fuzzy sensation and grin despite myself.