I walk out to find Dylan, to hang out. Tomorrow will be out start of our new school. I find where he lives and we go out to explore. We walk around the new town, almost empty. Barely any buildings there. There is a grocery store and a school and then a police station, and our buildings. Then off in the distance, there is a huge tree which has blue leaves. All other leaves here are red, so there is something different about this tree. The bark is like a light grey and the roots are huge and tangled all around. Me and Dylan go up to inspect the tree, and when I touch it, I get a weird sensation shoot through my body. We walk to the store to get some water, because it is so boiling outside it feels like your skin is melting like ice cream. We spend the day together, just talking about all the things about our new home we've noticed. Then a police officer walks up to us and tells us it's curfew, and we must return home before dark or we'll be shot on sight. We say goodnight and rush home. The next day I get ready to go and head out to school. The school was pretty big, it had the main area, about 120 classrooms and a cafeteria, gym and medic area. First thing to do is go to orientation. We head to the gym and sit in the bleachers. Then this scrawny, weird looking guy comes out. He is bald but has a weird, long handlebar mustache, and funky looking clothes, like a weird black vest over an orangish pinkish shirt, and baggy pants. Apparently he doesn't need to wear a uniform. He comes out and announces himself as the "mayor". He starts to speak in a weird, dark but squeaky voice. " Today, you will be choosing your jobs. This will determine what classes you take, and what you will be doing for the rest of your lives." He then calls names to come down and pick a job name from this huge, cauldron like bowl. After waiting like and hour, my name is called. I come down, I am so nervous about this. This will be what I end up doing for my entire life. I'm basically sweating bullets right now. I get up and he talks to me. "So, how old are you young lady?" "U-Um, I'm 15, sir." " Now now, no need to be so nervous, go ahead and pick" he says in a chuckled voice. I reach my hand in and close my eyes and draw. When I pull my hand out, I see that I have pulled out a folded card. Unfolding the card was even more nerve wracking. I open and find it says in a very odd handwriting, "Central Worker" He then speaks to me in an excited voice. " Oh, Central worker, that is a very important job!" I ask him, all nervous, "Um, what exactly is a central worker?" "That young lady, is classified until you are taught about it. You will attend special classes for this. You in fact will only be in a class with a few others" I then rush off and then wait for the rest of the names to be called.
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