ANNA'S POV

Ah, what a desolate wasteland they have taken me to. This is my first thought upon seeing the large, brown walls surrounding the so-called utopia, and every single light in the city turned off at - let me check my watch - 8:00. Some kind of curfew, I'd imagine. "Don't get any ideas," grumbles the burly, black-coated man currently pinning my wrists in place behind me. "About what?" I interject. "Waking up your little city at 8 o'clock at night? Bah, I used to get up around that time, too. I could use the rest." The man pulls my arms towards him ; a painful reminder that, no matter how innocence, non-violence, and hippy-dippy crap this place is, he's not afraid to kill me, right here, right now, right outside the city gates.
"Point taken," I mumble under my breath. The man locks something onto my hands and shoves me through an open door in the wall. He looks behind him cautiously, then walks in, too. I stumble almost immediately and land on a street curb, right on my back. "Anna Jennifer Quinn. You are no longer to go by that name. You will be known as Anna Jennifer Quick. You will be staying with the Quicks, and you will speak to no one about the Outer Cities, the one you were formerly a resident of or otherwise. You will not speak to anyone about your past at all. Understood?" I nod, wishing desperately to be able to move my arms toward my aching head. "Good. I shall bring you to your new house, where you will meet your new parents and then, only then, mind you, will I remove your restraints." We walk for a few blocks and a few little houses that all look close to exactly the same, and we stop at the forth. He knocks twice upon the door and it opens up to reveal a middle-aged man and woman, who leap with joy to see me, as if I really am their daughter and have just gotten back from a long trip. I glance to the house to my right, where a young girl around my age stands petrified, a toothbrush in her mouth, a lacy nightgown covering her lanky figure, and a comb stuck in a particularly large knot in her long auburn hair. I smile at her sweetly as the man undoes my restraints and my 'parents' cover me with kisses and affection. She walks away slowly, but continues to stare.