That night he was all I could think about. I dreamed of what he might look like: tall, handsome, sparkling black eyes to match his hair.
But of course, that's just a fantasy, nobody actually looks like that....
As I was daydreaming, I heard my name called out in the crowd, I snapped back to reality.

"Yes?!" I shouted.

"Today is your first check up!"

I froze. My check up...... So basically your way of telling me that my death will be in a few days. I struggled to keeps on the tears but I couldn't, so before anyone noticed, I snuck outside and ran. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care as long as it was far from this awful place.
My hopes were cut short by a sharp pain that ran down my back and paralyzed me. I just laid there, for hours, until somebody noticed me and alerted the guards.
I was taken to a room I never wanted to have to see. But I did.
It started off simple, asking me questions about my age, my family, how I liked it here, and then, before I could scream in protest, they stuck a giant needle in my arm and drew out what seemed like all the blood I had left.
This was it. My end.
I had hoped so.
But I guess not.
I got my result on a piece of yellow paper. My vision went blurry. I knew what I had to do so I ran. The weaker I got the harder I ran until I was at the wall.

"FC!" I cried.

"Shu?! What's wrong?!" The unexpected reply came through.
I crumpled up the paper and threw it over. I heard him open it and gasp.
"Really?!"

"Yes........"

"Well then, we have to make this the best week of your life! Come back here first thing tomorrow morning, forget about breakfast, I can bring that, and I'll get you over this wall, I'm gonna show as much of the world as possible!"

"What's left of it you mean......."