I leave my house, walking to school. I am lucky enough to still be attending as by now most people my age have been thrust into the society, either living a life of luxury or left to fend for themselves.

I reach the school in only a few minutes as the people who attend school always live near it for convenience.

Walking into the building, I scan my holo-watch. Our holo-watches are used for identification purposes, and we can't remove them. I don't think anyone would want to anyway, as we depend on them in our daily lives.

I walk to the year 10 classroom hearing the little conversation that is going on in the room. A few of my peers—or half of my class—are already here. I'm not really friends with anyone in here right now, but I do know all of them. I would have to be very anti-social for me not to, as there is only 10 students—including myself—in my class.

I take my seat at my white desk that has a chair attached as I watch 3 more students enter the classroom. After them comes another person.

I look around, looking at all of the white in the room. The desk and chairs, walls, floor, teacher's desk, and the board are all white. With all the white in the room, there is no way that it could have been a coincidence.

A minute later our holo-watches start going off that class is starting, and there is one student isn't here yet.

What happened to him? I wonder.

Whatever happened to him, I know that he's gone. None of us are seeing him again since he isn't in class.

"Students!" Our teacher with straight brown hair calls out and all 10—9 now—of us look at him.

"Today ends your schooling for all of you. Understand?" He asks us.

"All of us? Why?" A girl with long blonde hair and pale skin asks. She's never been this brave before.

"Are you questioning me?" our teacher asks her, and I start to get scared.

"I just was asking a question..." she replies weakly.

"Are you questioning me?" he asks again, louder this time.

"No... but I..." she starts.

"I don't want to hear it," bellowed our teacher.

"Can't you tell me?"

"I see no reason for you to question me."

"I really want to know! Can't you at least tell me?" she asks politely.

"I wouldn't continue if I were you."

"Why...?" she almost whispers.

"I will hear none more of your nonsense."

"I don't understand..."

"Are you questioning the society?"

The now brave girl does not reply. I know that she's going to get taken away for what she did. I don't care that much, as I didn't really how her.

"Everyone follow me," he instructs us, sighing.

In less than 5 seconds, we have gotten up without any hesitation and are following our teacher. None of us talk, as none of us would dare to. We don't even whisper, which is allowed based on the circumstances.

We follow our teacher to the elevator in the school. I watch as the doors open, curious as to what is going on. No one is allowed to use it—not even the teachers.

"Get in students. There's more people than expected this time, but there should be space," our teacher informs us.

Why aware we going in here? Not even teachers are allowed in here...

I am afraid. I am afraid that I will get in trouble. Yet I don't say anything. That is equally as frightening.

I walk in with the rest of my classmates. We all look around in amazement, despite the fact that there is not much room in here.

The floor is looks very dirty as if it hasn't been cleaned in ages, and it seems as if its original color is white and not the brownish-red it is now. The walls are dark brown, although they do not seem that dirty. It almost seems as if the walls were purposely painted that color to cover something, but I don't know what. I can't help but notice that there are a few parts on the wall where the brown seems a little darker. I'm not the only one to notice, as one of my classmates are staring at the wall as well. This elevator obviously hasn't been cleaned in a long time. Is it that hard to clean it?

The elevator doors then close, and our teacher pushes one of the many buttons in one area of the elevator. The elevator then starts to move and we all stand there shocked, but scared at the same time. We all hold onto the silver railings in the elevator as we feel it slowly descending.

It takes only a minute until the elevator stops. The doors of the elevator then open.

"Follow me," our teacher instructs us.

We do as he says. I look around and notice that we are in a long room with white-tiled flooring and white walls. There isn't anything when we first walk in, but I see that there are a bunch of machines illumining a blue light from them.

The room is dark, the only light being the orangish-yellow of the elevator and the blue of the machines.

"You," he says, addressing the previously rebellious girl as he is pointing at her now. "Stay there."

We all turn our heads around to see her stop. I see the fear on her face. I can tell she regrets it, I've seen regret before.

The look in her eyes...

"What did she do?" I hear a deep unfamiliar voice ask.

I turn my head back around to see a man with brown straight hair and facial hair in a white lab coat who has his hands in his pockets.

"She questioned not only me, but the society," our teacher explains.

"Could you elaborate? What exactly did she say?"

"When I told all of them that their schooling was ending, she asked why. When I asked her if she was questioning me, she went to say that she had just been asking a question. Seems like she really wanted to know why her schooling was ending. She stopped when I asked her if she was questioning the society."

"Seems like someone was naughty today. It's gone a little too far, don't you think?" the man in the lab coat asks the previously rebellious girl.

"I remember," she murmurs.

"What was that? You say something?"

"I remember," she says louder this time. "It's a memory of my parents. They told me no matter what, not to listen to people like you."

"Can't tell what you're getting at. You're not going to beg for mercy?" he asks jokingly.

"Why would I?" She asked. "I'm being serious. My parents told me every night not to listen the society; to question it."

"Kids, get over here behind me. You stay there rebellious girl."

We stand behind the man with the lab coat. We all watch to see what he is going to do.

I expect him to walk over to her, but he stays where he is.

"Heh. Just earlier today one of you had to be dealt with. Better get this done with quickly. Hey Rebellious girl, would you take a few steps back?"

She takes several steps back.

"A few more steps back. Stop," he says once the elevator is only several feet away from her.

He then takes out a small silver L-shaped weapon. A gun.

He rests his finger on the trigger. No... He's not going to shoot her... is he?

He fires. Not once, but three times. Everyone covers their ears. I notice the girl scream and then fall over into the elevator, and I finally understand why it was so dirty. It wasn't that it hadn't been cleaned in a long time, but because not everyone that goes in there comes back.

We all gasp. Almost all of my classmates—myself included—cover our mouths with our hands.

She puts her hand over her stomach. I finally throw up onto the ground, along with the rest of my classmates.

The man in the lab coat then says, "And you see, that kids, is what happens to those who rebel."

We all stare at him in disbelief as he puts the handgun back into his pocket.

"Hey, it was coming for her. She deserved it for rebelling. I now need all of you to sit down on these seats," he says motioning to seats in the room I never noticed. He smirks. "Anyone who doesn't will fall the same fate as your classmate."

We quickly sit down on the white seats that go all the way up to our heads, not one of us brave enough to rebel.

"I'm sure that all of you have questions. Any questions? I'll tell you that all of you have graduated from school now, and some tests will have to be run on all of you," the man in the white lab coat informs us.

"Haven't people had schooling for longer before?" a boy asks.

"Yes... I guess you could say they were less fortunate..."

"Less fortunate?" a girl asks.

"Alright, alright. We need to get to work."

"Why should I listen to you? What you did to that innocent girl..." a boy spat.

"Hey, hey. You don't want to end up like her, do you?" the man in the white lab coat threatened.

"No..." the boy replied, afraid now.

"Good. Let's get started now, shall we? We have plenty to do before you can all leave. First we have a test to see how smart you all of you are. You will be surprised by the results, I'm sure!"

I notice that he walks over to one of the many machines in the room and starts tapping it, presumably pressing something that will start the tests.

My eyes close, and all I see is black.

"If you had to choose, would you rather have everything given to you, or have to get everything yourself?" I hear a voice ask, although I do not know where it is coming from.

I turn around to see the man in the white lab coat. I stare at him for several seconds, wondering why he is asking me that question.

"So which would you choose?" he asks.

"I don't know. Each has its own benefits—" I start, but he cuts me off.

"Benefits? How could getting everything yourself have benefits?"

I think hard. What are the benefits?

I come to a conclusion. "You could get what you wanted."

"What if..." he starts, grinning. "Getting anything you wanted wasn't available? What if you were only allowed to get certain things?"

"Then I guess I would pick the other option," I reply.

"I see. What if that option meant that if you did anything wrong, someone would know and there was no way to get away with it?" he asks me.

"Then... I guess back to the other one..."

"What if the rules were a bit stricter? The punishment harsher? Yet you could get away with things easier."

"I don't know..." I whisper.

"Choose."

"I don't know..."

What is he trying to get at?

"I want to know your view. Which would you choose?" he asks me yet again.

"I really don't know..." I reply.

"Let me say it this way. You are given two options, one where everything is given to you, the other where you have to get everything yourself. The first one you can't get away with anything, but the second one you can. Which would you choose?"

"I guess the second one then."

"Tell me. Why would anyone want to choose that when they have another option which is much better?"

"I don't know. Maybe they would rather get things for themselves. Maybe they don't want everything given to them. Maybe they want to be able to get away with things. Maybe they weren't given a choice. There would have to be someone—" the man in the lab coat cuts me off.

"That's enough," is all he says.

I open my eyes, to find myself back in the room I was before.

"That's over, so let's go on now. I have several more tests to run," he informs us.

I close my eyes. As they are closed, I can hear people talking. I don't really listen, but they seem to be making comments on everyone as they are saying things such as "he has it and he can't function" or "she has it and she can function" or "she doesn't have anything, she's fine."

I soon open my eyes, not seeing anyone new in the room.

"I have something for all of you to read," he says, a hologram coming up in front of all of us.

"I would like you all to take the time to read that," he tells us.

I take my time to read the rules in front of me. They are rules such as "meals are at so and so" or "you work from this time to this time" or even "you cannot do this". When I finish, I notice that everyone else seems to be finishing up as well.

When we are all finished, the man speaks. "Good, you're all finished. We're almost finished, don't worry. All that's left to do is give you names."