Gina's/Kayla's P.O.V.
I stand in front of a mirror - expressionless - to comb my now shoulder-length hair. Turns out I didn't inherit my mother's curls - mine's mostly straight with very soft waves at its ends.
"You have to be at the Laboratory in twenty minutes," Omnia announces.
"I know," I sigh, laying the brush down. Yet another gene donation I have to make...
I look at all the makeup displayed for me on the shelves and swing my arm to throw them all in the sink. A small act of rebellion. Or just not knowing how to deal with my frustration - knowing I'm stuck in Kennel City for life.
Truth be told, the Mayor did allow me to leave. But I chose to stay. Here, I don't have to hide anymore. I don't fear for my life. And I am free to use any and all of the City spaces and services for
