When Can We Be Free?

    Ten years have past and the planet finally took over. 2020, the year of the deadly virus and the world of nature wiping out half of the human population. In order to take control, the government gathered the survived humans and put them in one or two states to keep an eye on them. All the other states became abandoned and run over by mother nature, making it dangerous for the humans to survive on their own. Barely anyone traveled outside the safety net that the government created around them, no one wanted to remember the troubled times 2020 brought.     2030, the government has taken full control, created curfews for everyone, put trackers in them to make sure they aren’t trying to escape, and even created a system to put everyone in a category they belong too. At the age of five, every child was chipped and sent to school like normal. At the age of sixteen, going into high school, they got a color on their wrist that place them into different categories. Red equaled the rich, Purple equaled middle class, and Blue equaled the poor. This was to keep balance and order.     Blue equaled the poor. They got help from the government, working in the low pay jobs like fast food, retail workers, customer service, garbage man/woman, etc.. They lived a not so luxurious lives, their houses were broken down and needed fixing, the streets were covered with trash or debris, roads needed fixing, but the poor made it livable and someone lively.     Purple equaled the middle class. They took over the medium work, jobs that most people don’t apply for when they go to college. They were the police, fireman, nurses, paramedics, military, etc.. They lived in the normal suburbs, they had decent houses and their yards were clean. The streets barely had any cracks in them, a few potholes, but other than that they lived normal lives with only a few struggles.     Red equaled the wealthy. They took care of the long run jobs. Doctors, lawyers, judges, and the people that worked for the government. They didn’t have to worry about anything, everything was taken care of for them. Their houses were huge, their yards were taken care of and always looked nice. Their roads clean of cracks and potholes, their cars taken car of on a daily. They ruled over the states.     Not only did they create a system to have you placed in a certain category, they also made a serum where the first words from your true flame showed up on your wrist at the age of twenty. They thought that this would make it easier, simple and have more control over peoples lives. It worked for twenty years and was still going strong to this day.      The government was full of secrets, secrets that no one would find out because they had a secret weapon, a human secret weapon. A beautiful 170 pound, twenty-year-old female. Someone that they had wrapped around their fingers, someone that they had programed to be a weapon. At the age of sixteen, this young girl, someone that used to make everyone around her smile and laugh, got the red mark on her wrist. She had long wavy black hair that fell down past her waist, tan skin that would make you think she fake bakes or sits in the sun all the time but it actually comes naturally to her from her native American side of her family. An hourglass figure, with a sharp jaw line that would make you bleed if you touched it. Her, once full of life, eyes were a nice chocolate brown color that seemed to charm her enemies and even the government. Freckles covered her nose and under her eyes, giving her that innocent and adorable look. A birthmark fell behind her left ear, which was really a scar from a mission gone wrong. This beautiful young soul became the property of the government and did all their dirty work, even if she does not want to.