hii, this is for sbwc, so it's part 3 of a story ;) Space to go to the next slide For the people who are doing this with me: If you see any grammar/any type of mistake or anything you'd just prefer different, please tell me :D It's in the description and in the project ;) Eliot's hand had gently made its way to Sam's shoulder as the sun continued on its way across the sky, but as his eyes glanced up for the hundredth time, he breathed a sigh, and communicated in sign language as always, "I'm pretty sure I have to be home soon or my mom will be worried." Sam gave him a friendly smile, and helped him get situated on his crutches before giving him a half hug. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow at school?" she asked, signing as well. "Yeah," he smiled, returning her half hug. The walk home was bland and boring. Tall buildings and grey cement was about all you saw in the city. Maybe a few trees belonging to the determined ones. And the ones who actually got to live a full life, he thought angrily. Most people lived to the age of 35. It was carefully picked and decided by the previous leader of this civilization. There was one or two exceptions. If anyone had a disability, they were killed by their 15th birthday. Often earlier. And, sometimes geniuses would live a few more years than normal. Eliot also suspected the leader was older than 35. Although it took him half an hour to walk home, he arrived before any of his family got home from work. With a quiet sigh, he made his way to the couch. Nothing sounded better than sleeping right now, but, he knew his mom would be home soon enough, and she'd wake him up with an angry glare. He wasn't sure whether or not his mom actually cared for him. Some days he felt as if she was mad at the death day law. Sometime he felt it was him. After all, who wanted a useless son? He let himself dive into his thoughts. Normally they consisted of what his life would be if he could actually live it. Today was no exception. He didn't know how long he spent in that position, but before he knew it, his mom had trotted through the front door.
