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Sweet nothingness was all I would enjoy...

I stare at my wrist as the black slivers of metal flicker over the number twelve. It was noon, my lunges burn with the polluted air that filled our district. My nose black with the oil smudge that had been left by my fingers. I had never felt the sensation of "clean". Father required us boys, his sons, to get monthly trimmings. Today was my turn, and I was much over due. My face was speckled with sharp brunette bristles of facial hair, while my head draped an oily black mop that hung just past my view.

I watch as Father takes a pair of scissors, and like charcoal snowflakes my hair began to fall. Strand by strand it poured from my scalp. I feel the itch of it on the back of my neck, and the tickle below my overgrown nose. There were six of us boys, all tall, dark haired. Father produced us to of course do what men here in district five were meant to do, refine oil. We all started young, and for the majority of us this will be what we do until our old crippled back crumble. 

I was aware that I was bred for one reason, to contribute to my district, and I wasn't a boy to argue. I had older brothers who hadn't learned the art of holding their tongue, but that only landed them with bloodied backs and a sour face. I pride myself on the one thing that makes me unique...my obedience.


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