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The sun was out which signaled a new day. It wasn't like it was going to be any different than any other day. Maybe it'll rain today.

"Kids! Get dressed!" my mother called from the bottom floor.

Well, my mother was barley up before six in the morning. My brother and I had get up on our own before school. Not only that, both my parents slept until at least nine and then my father went to wrok while my mother stayed at home.

Her voice worried me, so I walked into the bathroom before my brother did and got ready. I looked into the mirror in front of me. My face looked pale. I had dark circles under my eyes and my soft brown hair was in a long braid down my back. I washed up, and once I was done, I left. My brother jumped in and I found myself in my closet, throwing on some articles of clothing.

My watch blinked a white light, so I looked at it and clicked the button on the side. A hologram popped up in front of me and showed a note I wrote.

You're eighteen

I held my breath for a moment, all this fright flooding my system. This is why my mother said to get dressed. I searched through my clothes and picked up this light pink dress. Throwing it on, I looked at the mirror in my closet. The dress hit my knees, and the sleeves wore quarter length. The top of the dress hit my collarbone, so it was discrete. For just a second, I let myself imagine I was a little girl again. When I believed being eighteen was far off and I didn't have to think about that day for a long while.

Shaking my head, I walked out of the closet and stepped into my bedroom. My mother was standing at the doorway. She had on the same dress she wore every year. It was the black one that had the same design as mine. Every dress this area owned was the same kind, just different colors. We only got the colors we were given.

"You look beautiful," she smiled.

I nodded, walking up to my wardrobe. My mother walked to my side and pulled out the make-up from the first drawer and started to pile it on my face. That's how it felt. She did it with such ease that it took her just a few minutes and I was ready. I looked up at her and smiled.

"Baby, it's going to be okay." her voice was soft.

"I..." I choked, looking at my hands. "I hope so."

Her hand softly touched my cheek as she pulled away and walked back out of my room, leaving me to drown in my nerves. It's going to be okay. I repeated that through my mind as I walked down the stairs and into the living room. My brother was already in there wearing a suit and tie. My parents were at the front door, ready to leave. I caught my brother's eyes and saw his fright shaping his face. I swallowed hard and walked to the front door.

The house resembled a typical house these days. I could tell you that the colors were gloomy and uneventful, but honestly, it was just simple. We were told to save money on decorations and painting, and put that money for better use. So the walls were a creme color and the furniture resembled simplicity. They were in grey colors. The cheaper, the better.

"Alright," my father started. "Emmett and Hannah, let's go."

I turned around and walked out the door. My brother followed after. We walked down the sidewalk and joined the rest of the families. Everyone was out. All the sidewalks were filled with people, walking to the same place we were walking. I recognized a few people from my school. People of all ages were walking.