"Who do you think they are picking this time?" Jessie whispers over to me at the draft signing. Boys are lining up behind the drafts tables so eager to get into the war and fight.
"Why don't we just hand the boys a gun and they shoot blindly at the enemy, why do they have to do one on one fighting?" I ask.
"It makes it more fair. After World War 4 they changed it. Come on now, you know this." Jessie says.
Every draft day I asked this same question. "You don't think they will draft any of the girls, do you?" I ask nervous.
"Once all the boys are dead. No girl in any of the colonies has signed a draft card." He laughs.
"I did." I say seriously.
"That's because of your credentials. You took the classes and came out on top. Since you did that your an inactive lieutenant that gets paid to feed the family. You won't get picked." He says reassuringly.
Jessie was my older brother. He was suppose to reassure me everything was going to be ok. It was his job after mom died and dad had to pull on another job to keep the family fed.
The only reason I signed that draft card and became a lieutenant was so that I could feed my family.
After World War 3 the countries fell apart. States and countries turned into separate colonies. Women didn't fight in World War 3, so the colonies didn't draft girls anymore. Teenagers only 13 to 19 fought in wars so the older people could keep their jobs.
On draft day, they close everything up so the glorious boys can be drafted and sent out to prepare for battle. Everybody starts to take their seats in the bleachers as the draft tables take in their last boys.
Today in Colony Summerton they were picking 100 people. Names start to get rattled out naming the people who will be fighting for the brave army of Summerton. Finally they get down to the last name on the list. 99 boys proudly stand there in anticipation, waiting to hear who their last fellow soldier is.
"Scarlett Martin." they call over the loud speaker.
"Jessie you said they wouldn't draft girls." I whisper to him after realizing they called my name.
"I know, but just go up there. Maybe they will realize they made a mistake."
I carefully walk up there as the announcers usher me up onto the stage.
"Say hello to your brave army of Summerton." they say.
This can't be right. I don't say anything but I hear the boys mutter about me being a girl. Everybody murmurs in the crowd about me standing in there with the boys. Suddenly the announcers take us off the stage to a room were they start to give us information about when we will be leaving for training camp. This can't be right. Why would they pick me to be in war?
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The Fighter
FantasyShe signed a draft to feed her older brother and dad. She was promised never to be picked because of her gender. But when new tactics are laid in front of her colony she is the answer to winning the world war.
