Brynn's Wish (EDITING)

One

Ashley shook me awake.

"Get up Brynn!" She said.

I cracked open an eyelid. Ashley's long brown hair was in my face. Her green eyes stared into me like piercing limes.

Only then I felt my sleepy state go away. I broke into reality and I sat up, rubbing my face.

"What!?" I snapped, angry that my sister had woken me up.

"It's Execution Day!" She exclaimed.

I shot up to my feet.

"I almost forgot!" I said, running to the stack of clothes I kept in the corner. The families in our community were poor, and the ones who were rich were forbidden to have any young children.

I had always wanted to be rich. It was my only wish in life: to be a Royal princess and to live in a castle and not to worry about any lack of money and so on.

We were average, social wise, in our society. My parents had jobs, unlike 70% of the community. And, we had the most children in the family known to our town's history. That is, until they were picked to be executed.

Each year, on the 12th of May, families who had multiple children had to pick one to give up to the queen and she would kill them. I myself saw 14 of my brothers and sisters get sacrificed up to the podium where the queen met her victims. Many more of my siblings that were much older than me were given up before Ashely and I were born. Couples here are allowed to have only one current alive child. My parents had two: me and my twin sister Ashley.

It's for population's sake. Our community of poor people was affecting the rich and royal's reputation. So, since many years ago, the queen of the community killed off the unnecessary poor children.

Some say that the queen is a cannibal. That she eats her victims alive. Others claim to have heard that she slashed her victims into pieces. No one is allowed to know. They are all told to shut their eyes and listen to the screams of their children. Guards surround the crowd and make sure no one peeks. But, me being the savage I am, I once peeked and saw a beautiful baby girl crying. And I looked away as I saw the queen approach it with a gun in her hand.

I rummaged through the stack of clothes until I found a slightly stained t-shirt and accidentally ripped shorts.

Ashley left my room as I changed out of my worn out pajamas.

I met my parents in the kitchen. This year, they had to make a decision to execute either me or Ashley. It was down to the two of us.

I first locked eyes with my mother, who nervously cradled her mug of coffee in her hands. My dad peered through the cracks in the walls to make sure the guards weren't coming just yet.

This was the toughest part. Picking the chosen child.

I watched anxiously as my parents exchanged looks as they heard the guards from far away.

The Queen's guards always come on Execution Day. They barge into homes and demand for the child that was to be sacrificed. The family has to follow the guards to the Town Hall, otherwise known as the Execution Stage, only to hear their child plead for life moments later. It's a terrible day, and I could be next in line on that stage.

Ashley is my fraternal twin. We look nothing alike. She has dark brown curly hair and green eyes and (luckily) no freckles on her nose, and I have light brown wavy hair and light blue eyes with a lot of freckles on my nose. I had dreaded the spots on my nose since forever, but I didn't really care anymore like I used to. Ashely always developed a bit of acne on her forehead, and I always had clear skin.