In my utopia, everyone wears the same things. All white, unless you work in mines, then you wear all black. We don't have time for pleasure-full activities until we have studied which sucks because I want to always play guitar. But now things are changing because the messages are more like news broadcasts throughout the state. 

"Good morning citizens of Raim, there have been five murders last night of the following people, Amanda Lockhart, Tris Prior, Tryanus Bazilton-Grimm Pitch, Peeta Mellark, and Thomas, there will be no school today because of this and three more hours of free-time plus no homework, mother and fathers must still go to work unless pregnant or have an injury"  It says and quickly turns off. 

I turn towards my sister and give her a big hug, she needs it by the look on her face. Our parents have already come into our bedroom to tell us they are leaving. They look at us with tears in their eyes and join the hug. 

"We'll be okay my little duck," My father says and stands up, "Now we must leave"

My sister, Annabelle, looks up at mom with wide eyes. 

"You better be," She says harshly and turns her back to them. 

They turn with somber faces and leave the room to go to work. I shake my head at Annabelle as she turns to me with her evil grin. 

"I told you they wouldn't figure out it was me," She say teasingly and goes over to her toy box to play. 

She takes out her dolls and a small dollhouse and begins to play silently. I keep shaking my head. 

"Why did you kill them again?" I say to her. 

She turns to me with her evil grin gone, replaced with malice. 

"You'll never find out or you'll be the next one dead"