Dierdre4152314 / Dierdre

           This whole world was a mistake. Everyone marches to work in the same order every day. The same man is always in front of me, and the same woman is always in front of him. Yet we don't know each other. I don't even know the man's name, and probably never will.

           I work in the hospital. I think that's what made me this way. I see parents smiling while they take their sick child in, and smiling when I tell them their child is sure to die. They never stop smiling. Most of the parents forget about their child and never come back. I regularly send children to orphanages because their parents didn't feel enough of a connection to them to remember them, as if their child is a stranger that they passed once. It angers and saddens me, but there isn't much I can do. 

           I was walking to work one day when I started to especially think about things. Today was the president's 150th anniversary as leader, and everyone seemed so proud and excited, but it only seemed to bring me down even more. How long was he going to stay as our president? How long is our country going to be forced to act like this? And is there any way to fix it at this point?

            I was only about a block from the hospital when I started to just break down. I couldn't handle seeing all those families heading into the hospital as if their child isn't sick, and I couldn't handle seeing the child confused, because they were sure that they had parents, but they weren't coming.

           I had chosen the wrong time to start to cry. As a tear fell down my cheek, a GuardDog swiveled around and targeted me as a possible rebel. It raised its gun, and I didn't stop it from shooting. I didn't want to live in this world anyway.

Okay so just kidding. It's the next chapter that's better. I forgot about this chapter.

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THIS BOOK IS RANKED #566 IN SCIENCE FICTION

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