Erased

In the year 3000, Earth became over populated. There was no place to live and many people died of starvation.Then the Leaders of Land 9, where people once called United States, thought of an idea. With the idea of natural selection, they decided on a plan in which those that are "useless" or "weak" will be "erased" from Earth. Those people with a tag on them will be hunt down by everybody on Earth and "erased." Therefore, the start of the hunting begins. Sophie, who live in Land 9, District 101, is a weak but cheerful and intelligent person. Despite losing her mother and father when she was six years old, and despite her uncle and aunt, her guardians, treating her like a servant, Sophie looks forward to each day with a smile. Because of the incident that also killed her parents, half of her body is functioned by technology. What will happen when a tag is put on her? Will she survive or will she be "erased"?

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8. Him

     I sat in the waiting room for a while, looking at the sun, through the window. I thought of what the doctor said. Then, I shook my head furiously to shake all of the unwanted feelings out of my head. I sighed. Another bright day.

     A figure stood, towering over me, blocking the sun from my view. "Let's go." The boy held out his hand.

     I sat there without budging. Who is he? Can I trust him?

     He might have saw my suspicion through my expression, because he said, "I mean no harm. Since you heard our conversation, you know your situation, right? Since we can't find any information about you, you will be with me for a while." 

     I flinched. When did he notice me eavesdropping on their conversation? I opened my mouth to say something, but remembered that I couldn't, so I closed my mouth again. 

     "Oh, right. I need to give you something."

     I looked at him.

     "Here." The boy gave me a very small device. "This is a CHAT33. You can use it to type what you want to tell me." He glanced at me. "Wait! Now that I think about it you look like a candidate(someone who most likely would be labeled). If you are one, you would not know how to read and type. Hold on I'll…" He stopped talking when he saw me typing words on the screen. 

     Hi, nice to meet you. I typed expertly.

     "You know how to type words!"

     I shrugged and typed,  I guess. I felt disturbed. Why do I know how to read and type?  Who was I?

    "Well, that is fine." The boy narrowed his eyes at me and left.  

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     When we arrived at his house, I realized that I do not know his name. I tapped on his shoulders. 

     He turned and looked at me. "Yes?"

     What is your name?

     He blinked. "Did I not tell you?"

     I giggled while shaking my head. No, you didn't tell me.

    "Oh, um…" He blushed and lowered his head. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Xavier Moore."

     I smiled. You don't have to be so formal. By the way I am just curious, but how old are you?

     Xavier grinned. "Guess."

     I imitated what I thought look like someone who is thinking really hard. 30?

     Xavier mouth was wide open. "Do I look that old to you?"

     No.

     "Then, why did you guess that I was 30?"

     If I guessed an age that is younger than you might be, you would be conceited.

    Xavier laughed. "This is the first time I ever heard of that. So what do you actually think is my age?"

     25?

     Xavier raised his eyebrows. "You are kind of close. I am 20 years old." He looked at my expression and laughed. "Come on, let's go in." 

     When we enter the house he said, "What do you want to eat tonight. You can order anything from HOME61. It will cook for you." He started to walk toward the stairs.

     I pulled him back and made him turns toward me. Where are you going?

    "I am going to my room."

     Why? Aren't you going to eat?

    "No, I don't like the food."

     Then what are you going to eat?

     "I'll eat some bread."

     ​That won't do… I glanced at him. I'll cook.

     "You can cook?"

     I have a feeling that I can.

    Xavier scratched his head. "I guess it's okay, but don't make a mess."

     I smiled and ran towards the kitchen. To my surprise, there was actually a lot of food in his refrigerator. I took out a cabbage and tomatoes. Then, I skillfully slice them.

     When I finished cooking, I left the kitchen to tell Xavier that it was time to eat. I found Xavier sleeping on the sofa. Then, I reached out my hands to shake him, but he grabbed my hand.

     His grip was tight, and he was trembling. A tear rolled down his cheek. Then he whispered, "Sorry. I didn't want to do that."

     I used my free hand to pat him on the head. ​What happened to him? And…Why do I have a  sense of familiarity with this? Has someone said this to me before? I shook my head and shook Xavier awake.

     "Hm?"His eyes widened as he saw me. "Oh! Um… Do you need anything?"

     I typed, The food is ready.

    "Okay." He stood up and walked into the dining room. When he saw my cooking, he said, "Wow, this is…"

     Plain, I finished for him.

     He nodded his head.

     I sighed. Don't judge a book by its cover. I am pretty confident with my cooking skills.

    He gave me a look, indicating that he doesn't believe me. "Okay, I'll try it. But I am telling you this now: If I don't like it, I will spit it out without a second thought."

     I nodded.

     He sat down. Then, he picked up a fork, and lift up some of the food with it. He hesitated for a second, and then he ate it. His eyes went wide. "This is…good."

     I giggled and sat down to eat. Then, I was lost in thought. Why was it that I was so sure of my cooking skills? I shook my head. Whatever? I looked around the dining. Now that I think about it, he must be rich. His house is so big and he's able to afford so many devices. I'll ask… 

     Something suddenly caught my eyes. I was so attracted to it that I did something unconsciously. I spoke.

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