[ WP ] eye color determines you rank in society .

When Hitler lead the Nazi's, they had a belief in an Arian nation. Particularly, a nation with blonde hair and blue eyes. But that combination is rare. Super rare. Blue eyes are the rareest of all eye colour and thus they have put themselves at the top of the hierarchy. The blue-eyed members of society hold the top jobs. They makeup 20 % of the society and enjoy 80 % of the resources. It's Zipfian at its finest. 
 
 Towns and cities are segregated accordingly, with separate areas all dedicated to different eye colours, with the socio-economic factors of the sectors being different. The blue-eyed children lived in big houses with maids and money. Stretching through huge plots of land filled expansive gardens that contain anything a child could ever want for. The next sector is the green eyed people. Their houses are less stately and more middle-class, enjoying the splendour that comes from having the right amount of everything. And then there are those with brown eyes, remember the maids in the blue-eyed estates? Yeah, they're often the brown-eyed daughters, sent away to earn pennies for working long hard hours. And the pennies that are sent back to the'scummy side of town' are often never enough. Barely enough to pay the rent on that shoebox flat. Barely enough to buy the half-rotten vegetables at the markets. 
 
 Laurence was sitting in his garden, staring out at the expansive green acres that spread out behind his white washed house. A poor little rich boy, that was Laurence. The times when Laurence was allowed to leave his house were rare and when he was permitted to do so, he was only ever allowed to sit by the pond at the bottom of the garden. He sighed lightly and took in the golden sunbeams that were gently caressing his pasty skin. The large black and purple suitcases that hung below his eyes told the story of deprivation. But all that being said, he was still much better off than any brown eyed child. His parents, with their crystal blue eyes and golden hair, working for the government and earning a fortune. They could n't want for anything more, except for maybe, a normal son. See, Laurence was different to most boys, lots of children in fact. Laurence had two eyes that were different colours. One of his eyes were green, and then other a deep blue, almost navy. 
 
 Most children like Laurence were sent away to institutions that held them in less than amicable conditions, keeping them hidden away from society. The government's secret children. Laurence could hear the familiar voice of the old maid, calling him from the back door to summon him back to the house. He sighed and stood up, marching with his head down back toward the house, on his way back to his room. He passed the mad and nodded at her in acknowledgement. She smiled at him gracefully, lifting her wrinkled cheeks and accentuating the crows feet around her dark eyes. Laurence had always enjoyed the company of Anna, she was a gentle soul and never once judged Laurence for his abnormally coloured eyes. 
 
 `` Would you like some lunch, Larry?'' Anna asked, heading toward the kitchen. Laurence looked up and nodded lightly 
 
 `` Yes please, Anna,'' Laurence replied as the brown-eyed woman began drying her callused hands on her bleached white apron. Laurence knew that Anna had children of her own, but for some reason his parents would n't let her go home. They made her stay with their family and take on the role of Laurence's mother. He always wondered what life would be like for Anna's children, but he soon realised that their life would probably end up as hard as her own. Laurence watched Anna begin to slice the bread she had baked earlier in the morning and prepare him a sandwich. He leant his head against the wall, sighing at the artificial light that could never quite compensate for the real warming embrace of sunlight. 
 
 `` You know, Larry,'' Anna said, her voice laced with a happiness that floated through the corners of the room, `` my daughter is going to start working for your parents soon,'' a slight tinge of sadness, a feeling that tinted her voice bluer than her parents eyes, slipped into her voice as she spoke to Laurence. He looked over at her and furrowed his brow. It did seem odd that the maid was telling him about her daughter coming to work for his parents, especially since in most of the house staff's minds, Laurence did n't exist. It seemed rather pointless for Laurence to know about yet another person that would never know of his existence. 
 
 
 `` She's excited,'' Anna continued, `` she says that she ca n't wait to see what a real life blue-eyed house looks like. She's only ever seen pictures at school, see,'' Anna began cutting the sandwich in half, still smiling with her wrinkled eyes, `` She's 17 now. She's grown up so fast. You'd like her, Larry, she's very pretty. Well, of course, I'd say that. But she is. You know, for a brown-eyed girl.'' Laurence watched her cross the room and hand him a the sandwich on a plate. He smiled lightly and thanked her, disappearing away into his room, where he would inevitably stay for the rest of the afternoon until his parents returned and dismissed the staff, except for Anna.
