Miranda's parents were teenagers when she was born and is being unwound because of their decision to not stork her. Hannah is being unwound because of her bad attitude toward her mother. Tyler is being unwound because his parents think he has no future after dropping out of school. These three unwinds find themselves running away to keep themselves alive. With hatred toward each other, can they finally join together to survive until their eighteenth birthday?

                                                 Part 1: Hatred

                                                    1. Miranda

       "Don't  worry, honey. Aunt Kathy will keep you safe.", Miranda's mother said as she hugged her daughter. Miranda's father was speaking to Aunt Kathy. Miranda was to be unwound in five months all because of her parents' horrible mistake. She walked to the car as her father loaded her bags into the trunk. She opened the car door and said her goodbyes before getting in. She was to live with her aunt until a better place to stay was found. As they drove off Miranda watched out the window as her mother cried in her father's arms. She was about to cry herself. She was scared...No. Terrified. What was she to do? In five months they would come to get her and she wouldn't be there. Her parents and Aunt Kathy would be in trouble with the government and she would be taken away. If she wasn't at her aunt's, however, they would be in even more trouble. They would eventually find her and, with no emotion, no regret, drag her away to the harvest camp.
       “Miranda?”
       Miranda looked at her aunt. Apparently she was still looking out the window.
       “Relax a little, dear. I know your scared, but being so terrified won't help. Your father and I talked it out and we got a good idea where you can go.”
       She didn't feel any better. She might never see her parents again. Her friends, teachers, neighbors, no one knows that she leaving. The first couple days, they will think she's sick. After a while, they will think something's wrong and when they find out that she “moved” they will soon forget about Miranda Cathrine Elliot. She'd make knew friends and have to leave them too. Even Aunt Kathy would soon be a part of Miranda's past.

       Miranda opened her eyes to street lights and car horns. She had fallen asleep somehow. It was night time. They must have been on the road a couple hours. She looked out the window. Traffic. She remembered the last time she went to Aunt Kathy's. She was with her parents that time. It was a couple days before Christmas and they were to spend it with her aunt. Miranda's uncle had died in a car accident and Aunt Kathy was going through a state of depression. They wanted to cheer Aunt Kathy up, but they got there a couple hours later then they hoped because of traffic. It was a good Christmas, though, and Aunt Kathy became a little more happier. Miranda was happy to have at least one more Christmas, even if it was with no one she knew. She most likely wouldn't get any gifts this year and she didn't plan on it. Her Christmas wish was to stay alive and be happy, even for a little bit. She looked at her aunt. She was honking the horn and cussing at the man in the car in from of them. He had thrown a beer can out the window and Miranda was guessing that it hit their car. She smiled gently. She didn't know why, because this was nothing to be happy about, but it was something about seeing the emotion on their faces.
       Aunt Kathy stopped yelling when she pulled into another lane. “Dear, you doing alright back there?”
       Miranda nodded her head.
       When the traffic let up Aunt Kathy pulled into a rest stop. Miranda walked into the restroom. There was a girl washing her hands. She had anger in her eyes. She looked about eleven when, in reality, she was fourteen, a year older than Miranda. Miranda walked over to one of the other sinks and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess. She doesn't usually keep still when she sleeps. She pulled out her hair tie and began to fix it.
       “What's the point in fixing it when its gonna get messed up again?”
       Miranda tighted the tie in her light brown hair and turned her head. The girl was starring at her. Miranda didn't know what to say.
       “Are ya gonna give me that blank stare or talk?”, the girl asked with a little more force in her voice.
       Miranda opened her mouth. “I do it so I don't look stupid in a public place.”
       “You care about your looks too much. I hate people like that.”
       “Well, excuse me.”, Miranda said, annoyed.
       The girl looked at her. “What? I'm aloud to like or dislike anyone.” She put a clip in her hair to keep it out of her eyes. “Don't get me wrong. You might be a nice girl and all, but I hate when people go through the trouble of making themselves look nice when they get nothing out of it. It's a waste of time.”
       Miranda thought about what she said. It made sense. “Hey!”
       The girl was about to walk out. “What?”
       “Aren't you going to introduce yourself?”
       “There's no point because we won't ever see each other again. It's a waste of time.” The girl opened the door and turned around. “And even if we did, I have no intention of making any friends now. I don't need them anymore, not where I'm being sent.”
       And with that being said the girl left. Miranda ran out to try and catch her, but was too late. Miranda saw her right before she ran into the woods behind the rest stop. The back door was still swinging.
       Aunt Kathy walked up to her neice. “Was that a friend of yours?”
Miranda looked at her aunt, who had a bag of snacks for the rest of the ride. “N-No. I just met her.”
       As they walked toward the car Aunt Kathy continued to ask questions. If the girl Miranda was talking to was still here she would have made the same comment again, 'It's a waste of time.'.
       For the rest of the car ride Miranda thought of what the girl said. 'Where was she being sent? Is she an unwind like me?', she thought. It was possible. The girl was right, then. Miranda might never see her again and if she did it would either be in the news or at a harvest camp somewhere. She closed her eyes. “At least I know I'm not alone.”
       “Huh? Did you say something, dear?”, Aunt Kathy asked.
       “No. Sorry, Aunt Kathy.”, Miranda said while waiting for a response.
       “Dear, have something to eat. You must be hungry.”, Aunt Kathy said while tossing a pack of gummies at her.
       “Thank you.” Miranda opened the pack. She didn't really like gummies, but she didn't complain. She hadn't eaten much that day anyway.

       “We're here, dear. Time to get out.”, Aunt Kathy said.
       Miranda got out and grabbed her bags out of the trunk of the car. She walked in the front door and plopped down on the couch, leaving her bags next to the coffee table. She was tired. Aunt Kathy walked in and Miranda was already asleep. They had been on the road the whole day, so Aunt Kathy didn't bother her.