Beyond || h.s.

01.

Today was most definitely one of the most important days. Well, to me it wasn't. It's actually the day I hope will never come every six months. I hated this day... and getting up at seven in the morning was most definitely one of the reasons why.

Why, it was no other than The Ceremony that takes place twice every year. Everybody has to get dressed up in their special gowns and wear their best jewlery, which is part of the reason why I dread these things.

And of course, my mother forces me to put on that purple not that fancy but not that casual dress that she bought me for my first Ceremony ever.

Like I said, getting up early isn't really my cup of tea, especially on a day like this. So when I was shaken awake by someone at exactly 6:59 a.m., I threw a fit.

"Get the hell off of me!" I yell at who I think is brother. I hear a gasp and shoot my eyes open to see my mother standing above me with an annoyed grimace on her face.

"Who do you think you're talking to, Bella?" She puts a hand on her hip.

I groan and roll over on my back. "Sorry mom, I thought you were Allen," I apologize with an unattractive yawn, still waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light in my room.

"Well I'm not. Now get up, it's your favorite day of the year!" She sarcastically yells over her shoulder as she rushes to wake up Allen.

After getting two much needed extra minutes of shut eye, I finally muster the strength to roll out of my bed. And yes, I literally mean roll. My legs are still asleep, so I don't get up without tumbling to the floor right after.

Allen, being the little snob he is, pokes his head in my room to laugh at my misfortune. I give him the finger from the floor, trying to give him my meanest glare.

I groan for about the tenth time this morning and get up from the floor, this time without having jelly legs. I open my dresser, second draw to the left, and dig through to find my envelope. I finally find it and run my fingers over the cover.

Opening the folder, I pull out a piece of paper. Not just any paper, but my Certificate of Adulthood. This was probably the most important piece of paper anyone has. It feels like I haven't read this over in years. I read each and every word in it, remembering the day I successfully entered the stage of Adulthood.

*Flashback*

I stand in line backstage, waiting behind a skinny girl with red hair to get my Certificate. There's adrenaline pumping in my veins. I don't know why though, I'll be onstage with four other people.

I'm too busy over thinking to notice the chubby man with the bald head call the name of the girl infront of me.

"...Rebecca Stevens, Brianna Cabral, and Isabella Summers." He calls. There's my name.

The four other girls and I walk on the stage, behind the podium and the monitor screen, each of us getting our own.

"Don't be nervous. It won't hurt much," Rebecca said to me. So I took her advice.

Five young men walked onstage with little knives and cleansing tools. The blonde one gave me a knife with some alcohol. He dabbed some on my wrist, and then handed me the knife.

"Okay, girls, on the count of three," the chubby guy said through the mic. I heard my mom and dad cheering in the crowd.

One...

I got my knife angled at my wrist.

Two....

I turned to Rebcca the same time she did, and we both gave each other assuring smiles.

Three!

I slowly but surely used the little knife, cutting a slit in my wrist. Just a little one. The crimson red blood drops into the bowl-like podium and I watch the three drops go down my tube. It then goes toward the monitor, and it loads. All the other girls do the same, waiting for the monitors to give us our signs.

All of a sudden, all of our screens show a sign. I hold my breath and look at mine.

A cross.

It looks like the cross that represents Christianity. I smile and clap, then look at Rebecca's. She has a star. It's beautiful. The crowd cheers and claps while our Certificates are printed out. We all walk single file to the row of tables in the front, taking the thin piece of paper (plus an extra copy) and walk off the stage.

While walking off, I realized one thing.

I'm an adult now.

*Flashback Over*

I was fourteen on that day.

I'm going to remember that day for the rest of my life. But, that also meant we were old enough to try to find our Pair. That's right, we were assigned a male to be with.

It depends on the fluid injected into your bloodstream at a very young age. Only two people had the same kind of each fluid that runs through our bodies, a male and a female. Your blood represents your sign. Your blood represents the person you're with for the rest of your life.

Meaning you belong with them.

Nobody has a choice, they're assigned to a man or woman whether they like it or not.

And that is why I thought this place was unfair.

( a/n heeey so this story was actually written when I was twelve, but I'm editing it now that I'm sixteen because I was looking back at it and thought it was gross lol. Please vote and continue reading for some good stuff lol byeee.)

-M☆