Dystopia

“The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.”

― Lois Lowry, The Giver

Everything was perfect, as it should be. Every person was provided for evenly. No one went hungry. No one was homeless, and yet Charlie didn’t feel right. She woke up every day at the same time, went to learn, then work, and back home for free time, just like everyone else. Although she could change work anytime she started to get bored, she still didn’t feel right, but she was afraid to tell anyone. What if she got kicked out or put on house arrest, not that that ever happened, but every once and a while she would hear a whisper about someone running away. Running to where? She was afraid to ask. She didn’t even know who to ask, all she knew is everything was too perfect….


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