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Part 2: The subjects, Chapter 1

June

Los Angeles, 2594

19 year old June King Looked in the mirror. She saw blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, raised cheekbones, and a dimpled chin. Her last name King, was appropriate for her regal appearance. Other than the fact that she was gorgeous, she had a house and wasn't dirty, which wasn't the same for most people in LA. She had to work hard and get a job that there just doesn't seem to be enough of. She got paid a modest amount, a lot more than she should. But after "convincing" the manager with some flirting, he agreed to give her to extra shifts at the soup kitchen. She had enough for rent, and food benefits. That's all she needed.

June wasn't admiring herself though. She was more focused on the note that she held in her hands. A note promising great opportunity and fortune, at the expense of leaving her old life. And you bet she was going to take it. The note read:

Congratulations!

You have been chosen for a great opportunity that will lead you to fame and fortune! You have been picked out from people all over the world because we believe you can become greater.

If you accept, go three blocks north of the geological center of town at 1:30 and bring the note. It is your "Ticket". There will be a car waiting for you. Bring only one pair of clothing besides what you choose to wear. The car will stand out and you'll know it when you see it.

If you do not accept, immediately burn this note after reading. Tell no one about it, and go back to youre normal life. We will know if you accept or not.

It is of the utmost importance that you tell no one of this note or opportunity. You can tell them you are leaving and won't be coming back, but don't go into details. Sever all emotional ties you have with your friends, co-workers, or roomates. If you have a family, you will be allowed to send them one note each week.

Thank you for your consideration,

The CHESF

She already went into the soup kitchen and quit, but other than that, she knew no one. Her family was killed in a car accident two years before, and she had been fending for herself since then. Her life was dull, and it needed some spice. She looked at the clock. 12:48 it read. It was a two mile walk. She should leave now. She walked past her small kitchen into her living room. Down the hallway into her room. She looked in her drawers and picked out a red tanktop and a pair of jeans. She typically wore a sweatshirt to cover her head so she didn't get stares, but if she was going out, she would go out with a bang.