Title: STATUS: POSITIVE
Age & Genre: Young Adult, Sci-Fi/LGBT
Word Count: 88,000
17-year-old Blue Stevens’ life revolves around the survival of her people. Trained in self-defense and groomed to become the next leader of her LGBT Compound, she knows she can take care of herself. It’s everyone else she’s worried about. Twelve years prior, Blue and her dads were evacuated from their neighborhood and marked as Positive and Negative based on the possession of a newly discovered gene, Gene-x. Also known as the “gay gene.”
Everything changes the day Blue’s best friend is nearly beaten to death by two Positives. Blue hunts down the would-be killer in a confrontation leaves two people dead at the hands of them, officials from the General Population. Blue’s world is shattered. Spurred by her anger, she vows to fight back against Segregation. Only then does she discover that nothing is as it seems. Her dads and community urge her to keep quiet. They are content to live their lives as-is.
Looking down at the mark etched into her arm, Blue realizes something horrific; they were locked up not because of what they are, but because of who they are. Blue discovers she, as High Chancellor’s secret granddaughter, is the reason the Positives and their allies have been allowed to live in peace. If she chooses to leave and accept her inheritance, Blue could give Positives everywhere a fighting chance at de-Segregation. She could also be sentencing everyone in her Compound to death.
I was born to a woman who never loved me. I’ve pictured her many times, stumbling into the Children’s Bank with the residue of my afterbirth still clinging to her leg. I can ignore how she turned me over only hours after I was born. It’s the fact that she didn’t bother to give me a name which made me resentful. But no child with big blue eyes stays an orphan forever. Baby 214 was adopted within days. My life was forever changed by my new parents and the name they gave me; Blue Stevens. For five years, we lived happily in our little green house in the Pink District.
Then, they came for us.
If I close my eyes, the events of that night return to me in slow motion. They’re always there, in the back of my mind, ready to make a reappearance. It was the lights that first woke me. They crept along the walls in blues and reds, smashing together to form momentary purples. My little fingers poked through the holes of my crochet blanket. Even at five-years-old, I knew if the sirens started, we’d have to hide in the basement. It would be a pathetic attempt to avoid them. The officers took what they wanted. Three pops and a puff of smoke was all it took to make my little adoptive family disappear forever.
Footsteps trotted up and down the hallway. White light danced against the black darkness of the ceiling as people moved outside of my bedroom.