Prolouge

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The cell door opens, allowing light to shine into the dark room. Three shadows appear, blocking some of the light from getting in. I lift my head from in between my knees. The shadows approach me. They come close enough, giving my eyes access to see who they are. It's Abby and two guards by her side. I immediately stand up.

"Has the council decided my punishment yet?" I ask anxiously.

Abby gives a small nod to the guards. They each turn around, and walk out of the room. Abby turns her attention back to me.

"Yes."

My heart begins to beat faster.

"What is it?" I impatiently ask.

She takes a few steps closer and looks me straight in the eye.

"They aren't going to float you."

My heart stops. No, no, no! I must've heard her wrong.

"They ar- they're not going to float me?" I yell.

Abby simply shakes her head.

No no no. Tears run down my cheeks. I start gasping for air. My vision get cloudy.

"They have to! They have to! I-I killed someone!"

I fall to the ground. I'm panicking.

"This- this doesn't make any sense. I killed someone. I have to be floated. Why wouldn't they float me?" I ask Abby in an exhausted tone.

"Because they know you want to be. And they can't, you're not 18."

"But I'll be 18 in a few months!"

"It doesn't matter. "

Abby walks closer to me. She bends down to meet my eyes.

"Then what's m- my punishment?" I ask, still gasping for air.

"For right now, they're going to keep you locked in here."

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