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but you have developed further and are superior. Use it as I tell you. You need to understand that this is what you’ve been designed to do.”
    I laughed sarcastically through my tears. “You lie to the Community!” I pulled my arm, trying to free myself of his grip. “You always say you’re protecting us and allowing us to grow and prosper, but you’ve only been destroying us and rendering us weak and dependent on you!”
    He slowly twisted my wrist. I bent backward in pain, and my limbs felt as though they were slowly being pulled apart. I begged for him to stop.
    “Shut up and fight back!” he yelled.
    “No!” I cried. I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted.
    “Then you’ll come!” Matthew screamed.
    “Never!” I was dying inside, choking on my saliva and drowning in my cries.
    He slowly let go of my hand, but as soon as I tried to run, he grabbed my arm again. Then he ripped me through the house, out the door, and shoved me into his car.
    I knew that I would never return to the only place I had ever called home.

Chapter 4
    H.S.H.S. was made up of many tall buildings that were spread out around a big opening in the forest. Everyone wore uniforms and walked at the same pace. The entire place was seriously silent. I hated it already, but I was fascinated by everyone’s different-colored hair. There were different shades of brown, blond, black, and even a sort of red, like fire. The eye color also differed. The colors mixed and matched in every combination possible. I no longer stood out like a sore thumb.
    Matthew brought me to the principal’s office and introduced me as the “chosen one.” I didn’t know what that meant. He then said that I was tough, had an attitude, and needed to start training immediately. When I had started to speak, he slapped my cheek. My hate for him only blossomed. I saw the devil in him, and that was all he was: a demon.
    The principal was a tall man with violet eyes and black hair. He had a small beard to compensate for his naked cranium. His thick eyebrows matched his dark voice. He limped from what I assumed was a war injury. Although he tried to make it clear that he was the intermediate between Matthew and I, Matthew argued that he was in charge. I found the fight for authority entertaining, but Matthew was superior to his pawn. He was a total control freak.
    Matthew showed me around the campus. One building was made up of dormitories, the cafeteria, and the school. There were gyms, a business building for those who helped rule our community, and two prisons. The word scared me: prisons. Why were there cells at the school? The school seemed like an army base. I felt trapped. Wherever I looked, I saw soldiers dressed in the same red, silver, and black attire with determined looks that reflected their authority and strength.
    Matthew and the principal brought me to my dormitory. Matthew forcefully threw me onto the bed. Before closing the door, the principal spoke, “You may call me ‘sir,’ just like everyone else here. The bathrooms are in the room next door. The cafeteria is on the main floor as you saw earlier. Your classes start tomorrow at 0500 in Gym 1 on the third floor. You do not have any roommates or any friends here. You do as we say, or there will be consequences. Matthew will be keeping track of your progress, as will I. Although you know Matthew personally, you go through me. Any questions?”
    “I don’t—”
    He slammed the door before I could finish my sentence. I ran to the door and tried to turn the handle—to push or pull it open, so that I could see light. But it was locked. I hated it. I hated everything. The truth was heavier than the lies.
    My room was dark, so I ran my hands along the wall, looking for a light switch. I didn’t find any. I tried to feel my way around the place. A bed with olive green covers sat in the corner by a locked window, and there was a small closet on my right, but the rest of the room was empty. It was cold,