My Family sat in the Town Hall as a man dressed in black walked up to the microphone. He tapped it and a screech came through the speakers. "All students that are turning sixteen, please stand." He boomed. I shakly rose to my feet by myself. All eyes were trained on me. "Ah Miss James, we are expecting great things from you." He boomed. A sly grin appeared on his face.
A Year Later...
Today was the day. I sat silently in the old rusty barbers chair as my mother cut the bottom of my hair. Brown locks fell down my jacket. She pushed them away and broomed them into the corner. I had no idea what to expect in a few hours. To be trained to kill. That's right, To kill.It was a tradition for our country. At the age of 16, you were trained to kill. To defend the country, boys and girls. "Thankyou" I whispered. She nodded as I stood up and walked to my room. I put on my drab black camo and looked at myself. I hardly recognised myself. Dark brown hair and brown eyes "It's time to go." My Mother called. I hurried down the stairs. A group of men stood at the door. Dressed in black camo as well. "She'll be fine Mam. By the test results, she will be put in the highest class." A man croackly whispered. I whinced. I kissed my mothers head before she could cry. "I have a destiny to fulfill." I whispered and left the room with the men.
I walked silently with my head down, towards the bus. Many kids sat inside, not talking or laughing. Just thinking. Thinking about what lay ahead. I pulled up my hair back as I entered the bus. A man stood with a book in one hand and a small pointed chip in the other. "London Carl." I whispered. The man looked in his book and nodded, pressing the small chip to my neck. A stinging pain erupted and I felt like screaming. Apparently I was in the lower group. The smaller the chip, the lower you were. I looked at everyone's necks. All small, besides one. A girl with dark brown hair had the biggest one you could get, about as big as a dollar coin. I felt bad for her. I kept walking to the end of the bus. I felt a liquid forming in my mouth. I coughed. I was a certain drug that made you obey commands. Again the smaller the chip, the less you get. I felt bad for the girl again. I watched everyone, they all had their heads down. The drug had kicked in. Soon my head dropped and I wasn't in control. I heard masters yelling. All I could do was say: "Yes master"
So did all the others.