Opportunities at its Finest

Unsure

“This is an opportunity of a lifetime,” These six words kept running through my head.

    “You know the drawing’s tomorrow,” my mother reminded me for the seventh time this afternoon.

“Yes, mother, I know,” I sighed, getting up to pour myself a glass of water.

    “We NEED this Cassidy, we can’t just keep living like this! Your decision can affect us all.”

Since my family and I have lived in Village 7, we have been depending on the help of others to provide for us. Our ancestors lived off of nothing while they lived here and we do the same. Our villages are separated by no class of any sort, it’s where everyone has lived all along, but the choices the generations before us have made has given us this lifestyle.

“We don’t know what opportunity they may hand us! Are you worried they may make us fight, or worse, take us all and use us as slaves?” I replied. The longer I talked, the louder my voice became.

      “What’s going on?” My younger sister Dima asked. She had woken up late just as she has done for the past few days. She looked just like me with long brown wavy hair, green eyes, and fair skin. The only difference was we didn’t have the same father. We both looked like our mother. My father left my mother and I when I was 3 while Dima’s father still lives with us.

     “Oh nothing darling, just a little disagreement between the two of us,” my mother said cheerfully humming to a random tune.

“Come on Dima, we need to go to school,” I said as pushing Dima to the kitchen.

     “Oh Cassidy, I almost forgot! Rankings are today at 7th Village High! Oh Cassidy, what if you ranked high enough to get to work in a place just like your father!” Dima shouted excitedly as she ran to grab the leftover oatmeal.

We never told Dima where my father worked, who he truly was. Actually, I don’t even know. All I know is that he’s my father. He may or may not have had the best intentions of leaving, but he’s out there somewhere. Dima may be 13, but what do we tell her now? Hey, we’ve lied to you for about 4 years about my father?

   “Yea, where 18 year olds get the vocation they are ranked for,” I mimicked to voice of our speaker from village 7.

           “Cassidy and Dima, shouldn’t you be leaving for school?” my mother shouted over her shoulder while she washed the dishes.

With that Dima quickly put her bowl in the sink and we were out the door.

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Hey you guys! This is the start of my first published story. Nothing really happens in this first chapter, but conflict will start to happen in the second chapter.