Here's the first chapter from Expiration Date from the main character, Iris', point of view:
I'm going to die tomorrow.
I know most people say that they can't remember the first time they cried. I do. I was an odd child. Some people might have even called me Satan's child. When I was born, I didn't cry. I was a baby who was doomed and knew it. I didn't cry at birth. I cried a minute later when I was marked.
Marked with the date I was to die.
I slam my apartment door shut and really look at my place, the stained carpet, broken windows, shattered glass. I lean my back against the door. Sliding down it, I bite my lip on the verge of tears. I don't want to cry on my last day.
Life's only given me nineteen years, and it's been a cruel one. I grew up in an orphanage. That's what happens when your mom's destined to die the day you are born.
I pull out my Society issued phone and look through the contacts.
I sigh, pulling myself to my feet. I'm the reason I don't have any friends. But if the Society says I'm going to die tomorrow, I'm going out with a bang.
I open my door and toss my phone against the wall behind me, smirking as I hear it shatter.
I pull the elevator shaft door open and close it behind me. I press the button for the bottom floor but it stops on the floor below me. A man steps in glancing at my arm and immediately looks away. I envy his gray hair. The elevator continues down. He's silent, but what could he say when he knows I'm going to die tomorrow?
When we reach the bottom floor he at least lets me out first. Stepping outside of the apartment I'm greeted with rain.
I'm going to make the Society pay for my life.
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Our Love Has No Expiration DateRomance
The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. This is my love story as told by the Society. Short story spin off of the story Expiration Date, available on Wattpad.