The next day I begin to work the plan. I see Blake at first school and pull out my family’s standard kitchen knife I walk straight to Blake, see the surprised expression on his face and stab him once, twice, three times blood starts gushing out of the “ wound”
We both look at each other as he hits the floor and he smiles. Soon enough they will know that it was fake but, since death is something the society thought that they had already conquered because you die on your 101st birthday, this will make them mad enough to make us sevits. An officer nearby comes toward me with a pill and forces it down my throat, I only have time to see her name tag which read“Abby” before I fall into a deep dreamless sleep.