WalkerJoJones

 It's 6:46 and thirty-one seconds when the doorbell rings.  My mom runs to answer it. "Hi, Michelle!" I hear my mom call.  It's my sister.  She left her college friends to have dinner with us tonight. I have four minutes before I can go out and greet her.  I can only walk through doors when the number of minutes is divisible by five.  6:46 and fifty-nine seconds.  Not happening. It's the killer of what could be an okay life.  I'm late for class all the time when I'm at school.  A teacher will let me out at 1:50 exactly.  I walk through the hallways in a straight line, starting with my right foot, ending with my left.  I reach the door,

"You know what?" "No, what?" "We should never fall in love." "Huh? Why?" "Well, it's simple, really." "Explain it to me, then." "We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams." "I still don't quite understand." "I am a dreamer, and you are a dream." "Thanks, I guess." "No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm

Colin had received the letter two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. "Congratulations!" it began. "You are pre-approved for a Breeding Marriage License! Enclosed is form MGA-1304, application for suggested partners. Please complete this form and return it to the Ministry for Genetic Affairs to request your list of genetically compatible partners." He folded the letter back into its envelope and drew out the application. After scanning across it briefly, he set it on the table and opened the next item, another piece of college junk mail. It sat in a filing cabinet until a biting February day three years later. As he was walking home from a