ya that's right amigos i'm joining a writing competition and i really need your guys' help!! 

So the premise of the competition is to write a 300-400 "first page" in the year 2167. The catch? you have to take one of today's important issues and make it just as important in 2167. And we were allowed to write it in any genre we want. 

So, i chose the topic of climate change, and i wrote a little sci fi piece and i could really really really  use some feedback on it. The prize is really big (it's a yearly subscription to a company called owlcrate which is where you get like a book and fandom things once a month and you also get 50 new books for your library!!)

I know this sounds bad but I really want to win this so if you guys could take some time and give me some constructive criticism, that would be amazing. please don't sugarcoat anything and if it sounds rude, say it anyways because i need to hear EVERYTHING you thought. 

Please know, this is also only a short story (it's meant to be like a first page of an actual story) so i did have to cut a lot of things out to fit the quota.

that being said, tell me what to fix, tell me what i should keep, give me some synonyms, reconfigure a sentence, anything is good!! just please tell me SOMETHING!!!!!

i'm really serious about this because not only do i want to win the prizes, but this is also going to look super good for my future if i want to become a writer AND A FAMOUS AUTHOR IS JUDGING THE COMPETITION!! HER NAME IS ERIN BOW AND SHE WROTE A BOOK CALLED THE SCORPION RULES I BELIEVE

i cannot stress how important this is to me and even if you just see this in your newsfeed and click on it, please please please give me constructive criticism. 

i'm also hopefully sending it to my old AP english teacher to see what she thinks of it and that's a lot because she is super picky when it comes to writing (i still love her though!)

anyways, enough rambling and begging hear it is: 

Everything is dead.

The grass no longer grows and the sky has never looked grayer. Icebergs that once floated in the frigid seas have now melded into the warm, uninhabitable sea water that consumes land. The ground is splintered and dangerous. Factories and Communities that once flourished with life are now lifeless and destroyed.

The human race barely survived the blazing conditions of the New Earth. With the high temperatures and the loss of vegetation, the species became nearly extinct. Those who did survive created the three sectors: The Controlled, The Divided and The Divine. Our government placed us in each of the sectors based on what we contributed to society; Were we able to contribute to our government by producing children and artificial resources? Were we able to take ideas and construct new things that would benefit our government?

At age sixteen, we are branded with a mark that would create our future. If we had resources and status, we were automatically branded as The Controlled. The Controlled formed our government and manages the three sectors. As for The Divided, those are the workers and the poor. With the environment dying around them, The Divided attempt to survive under the rule of The Controlled. The Divided and The Controlled somehow created a symbiotic relationship that seems like it benefits them both, but it only benefits the Controlled.

And then, there's The Divine. The Divine are have said to have incredible gifts that can return the New Earth to it's former state. The Controlled hunts them across the three sectors, tortures them, and then kills them. The Divided is oblivious to what horrors The Controlled creates, as for it has no affect on their livelihoods.

The Divided is my home. As I walk down the dirty, beaten path, I notice the tree scars branded into people's necks. Hesitantly, I touch mine. The quiet atmosphere turns loud as sirens go off and The Controlled military run down the street, pushing anyone in their way.

As I attempt to avoid the commotion, my arm is grabbed by a soldier and I am shoved to the ground with a heavy thud. I can taste blood. Looking up, I see Albinus, the prime leader smirking at me.

"Sam Carhart, you have been misbranded. You are one of the Divine and you have been sentenced to die."