I was going to be forever alone, and I knew it. It wasn't my fault, though--not really. I should have been perfect. But I wasn't, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Who knew a gap between my two front teeth would ruin my future?

I couldn't help but wish, although I knew I wouldn't be a Breeder. To be able to breed I would have to be perfect. The Overseers only picked people with exactly zero flaws. Since my mother and father had both been flawless enough to be Breeders, the idea was that I, as I child of perfect people, would be perfect. But I must have had some recessive gene in my DNA, because crooked teeth were not something my parents had.

All the 18-year-old people were excited today. Why wouldn't we be? It wasn't that we were obsessed with having sex. But our school contained only our gender, so other than parents or siblings, we had hardly seen the opposite gender. Sometimes we were allowed to see the other gender, but only for a limited time, without touch or voice allowed.

You ask: What about non-straight people? Well, I'm sorry to say that they can't exist. They do exist, sure, but they can't. If a girl likes girls, she'd better pretend to like boys, or she has no chance at being a Breeder. Of course, if she doesn't like boys, she doesn't want to be a Breeder anyway. And there are ways to get what they want. I know a lesbian who manages to sneak away to get it on with her girlfriend. I know a bi girl who chipped her tooth to try to get out of Breeding. Sadly, that didn't destroy her genes. I don't know whether she made Breeding though. I only know about what goes on in our school.

Breeding is today. I hope to be selected, even though I know I don't have a chance. Denver, my best friend, isn't excited. She's asexual. She would love to have a partner, she's a hopeless romantic. But sex isn't her thing. Being a Breeder means having sex until a child is conceived at least, and sometimes couples are assigned to have multiple children.

So we're both partially excited.

"We can't do this," said Denver as we sat in the bus, about to depart. "Think about all the people. The gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and the whole LGTBQIA+ community- they're not happy about this. The people who are transgender or non-binary- they have to pretend to be someone they're not to avoid being executed. We have to put a stop to this."

I agreed with her, I really did. Anyone with any small flaw wasn't allowed to Breed, either. There were so many problems with our society, I wondered why it had even been established in the first place. I hardly thought this would happen, though.

Who knew we would start a revolution?

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We spread the word, and some of the boys were in on our plan, too. Soon, the buses took us to the announcement center. The crowds were gathered, sitting, and waiting to hear our results.

We were ushered into lines. We glanced at each other, ready to strike. I readied myself, but before I could formulate any sort of plan, it started. The boys ran onto stage, breaking out of the organized lines. Us girls ran out on stage, too. The Overseers tried to contain us, but they couldn't. We yelled our message to everyone, we stomped and cried and protested the unequal society we lived in. The message spread like wildfire, catching and burning, and spreading fast. The audience-made up of the people older or younger than 18-rose to their feet. It was a disease, and it was airborne. The murmurs filled the air as we rebelled. And we watched our society crumble by our hands.