I stare at the blank faces around me.

Lifeless.

And then my time is up and I must move. I reach down to pick up my books, gathering them in alphabetical order, the same as everyone else. I step forward with my right foot, followed by my left, and off I go, following Quint in front of me. Alyssa,  who is first in our line, walk down the street with Beckett next, and Calla following. Dakota moves forward with Eleanor and Frank after her. George steps out of the school, Hailey and Indigo at his heels. Juniper, Kyle, and Luke trudge one after the other, with Molly, Naomi, and Ophelia behind them. Poppy and Quint race after them, and then I follow. Stacy is behind me, almost stepping on my shoes, with Trent and Ulysses following. Vicky, Wendy, and Xavier are after, with Yin and Zack at the back. My class follows Alyssa to our houses, stepping in each other's footsteps. When we reach our street, we spilt apart, walking to our homes.
I open the door with my right hand, and step into Rachel's and Ralph's house. Each street had exactly 26 houses. Each house consisting of a family which started with the houses letter. Our house was R. My mother was Rachel, who was paired with Ralph,  my father. I was the only child. In order to have a sibling, all parent's on our street must be in agreement, so there can be a new generation on the street, a new class of 26. I look around at our perfectly straightened house. I walked past our five pictures on the wall. The only decor in our home. The first picture was of Rachel and Ralph,  when they where paired and moved together. The next was of the three of us together. Then was separate pictures of Rachel, Ralph, and I. I walked into the kitchen, turned left, and stepped up the stairs. I opened the door to my bedroom with my right hand and walked in. I set my backpack down neatly and start unloading all my books. I sit down and grab a pencil. I start to write the answers to my math homework when suddenly, my pencil quivers above the homework. I blink. A Gap. I think.
Another one? In the same day? The Planners really weren't focusing, were they? I shake my head, trying to get the Planners' tricks out. Not this time, Planners. I thought. I knew their tricks. Even when we didnt have The List in our head, The Planners still had a way of worming into your brain and staying there so when you met A Gap, they could close it by  providing thoughts that you thought came from you. I planned to use this Gap wisely, and I was not going to let The Planners ruin it. I concentrate to clear my head, and chase out The Planners. When satisfied,  I pull out a secret notebook I keep in my backpack, and move the pencil onto it.

And then my world explodes with color.