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A world where your eye color decides your fate. A boy was born with golden eyes.
He attracted the eye of many others, golden eyes were rare, for they meant a life full of luxury and riches.
The people around him were often jealous. They had common colored eyes, meaning common lives. He often got bullied, taunted, made fun of, and picked on.
"Mother, this doesn't seem like my fate."
"Don't worry Fundy, it'll be better, I promise,"
"You say this every time Mother, nothing is getting better."
"If it doesn't, I'll make it better... I have news Fundy,"
She turned, looking at Fundy, "We're- we're moving to LA..."
"But Mother this- this is my home, we can't just l-leave Mother-!"
"Your father had a business opportunity, we have to go."
Fundy simply said nothing, and ran out of the room. Even if mostly everyone wasn't really nice to him, he had grown up here.
Worse, more people would know of his golden eyes. People could go after him, for the riches in his fate...
