The Other Stories

I live in a world like Earth in every respect.
Except that when a being turns 14, they receive a glove. The glove gives them a power. No glove, no power. And there's no guarantee of getting a good power. There's one glove for everyone. You're stuck with that power.
Those who live without gloves, the Unfaithful, live in select villages. They work in middle class for a bare amount of money.
Children stay with their parents until they get their gloves. Then they're whisked away to the Blackwood school. It's divided in two parts by male and female. It's then divided farther by two classes: the rulers and the workers. Those are just names. Often the two groups mix and mingle.
There are rumors of a society within the Blackwood school, a so called "inner sanctum." I don't believe that.
My own glove ceremony is next week. I'm afraid of dissappointing my family. If I get a weak power, they'll be ashamed.
But better to face the near future with a strong look on your face and the twisting of fear in your gut.
You never know what it holds.

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