Dear Teri,

Happiness is strange isn't it?

A warm fuzzy feeling that spreads inside you

But doesn't last

Because when unhappy people see happy people

They destroy there happiness in order to fulfill there own

                                                                                        Sincerely,

                                                                                                        YAM

I re-read my email again and again, who the heck is Yam?  I read the name of the sender, all it said was YAM. Is that even a real email address? He must be one of Them. But what would someone like him want from me, and what's up with all the talk about happiness? In this Grey world, what is happiness? Where every single word we say is monitored? Where we have no personality, just people being prepared for Work. Where laughter is as rare as water drops?

I snapped my fingers to close my colorless laptop while sighing, when we are infants, They put something in our eyes to take away our vision of colour, we call it Poison, because that was what it was. Because of it, we see our world in black and white. Literally. I took out my uniform for school, an argyle shirt, a skirt, and leggings underneath that, with our choice of shoes, I chose some loafers, as I walked out the door to school Gen 2.1

In order to achieve world peace, we have been split into groups, generations to be exact with Gen 0.1 Being the first generation after World war IV, we are taken away from our parents as infants and raised in buildings based on our Generation, those are called Homes until we are 18, from there we go to Work. No one knows what work really is, well the people who go to Work do. Not like we have any connections to them. Not like we're prisoners.  We have no mirrors because the concept of this society is to not care about appearance or race, which why we are given that drug as infants, so everyone can be the same. Each Generation lives in domes.with water tanks in between each that give us our only source of water. All our glass is reflection less and we only drink from closed plastic bottles, so that isn't an option. Our only option is our Generation, but that isn't that good either, because every single word we say is being monitored and so is every move. So why risk our life just to know what we look like?

We don't know how we look like, we don't know our parents, we don't even know how old we are.

Welcome to my world

AUTHOR:

So this a new series, and this is just a prologue, so please tell me if you want more, after all why write a story when no one is going to read it?