I felt eyes on me. Someone was watching me. I titled my head slightly, subtly observing my surroundings. My eyes landed on a girl with fiery red hair. She looked to be about my age. I started to panic. She was staring at me. Why was she staring at me? Could she see through my facade? Did she know that I wasn't really re-assimilated.
As these questions ran through my head and the worry set in, it didn't really dawn on me until later that she shouldn't have been staring at me the way she was. Perfect children don't stare; it's rude.
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Perfect: A Dystopian Society (lisamcmann)
Teen FictionPerfection is the new trend, and parents will do anything to make their children perfect. Even if it means using mind control. The RAC (Re-Assimilation Corporation) is where parents send "bad" children. The RAC promises to "turn every bad seed into...
