If I Love You Was A Promise

Encounters (Hesters POV)

Okay.. They aren't that bad.. It just sucks that I don't even know the hair color of this person I'm texting. I wish I knew what they looked like, for all I know I could be paired with a guy.

They seemed feminine though... so I guess I'll just refer to them as she, and hope "she" doesn't make a big deal out of it.

I go downstairs... it's about my second day at this. I text 8963, "Hey, sorry our conversation was cut short." I said rushing to the table to eat my cereal. "Hey hon, how's the game going so far...?" mother says giving me a inquisitive face. "It's not even close to a game... it has its pros and cons." I said "Well... I have some bad news." She said looking at me worried, partly shock. "What?" I said knowing it would be bad since my mother always put in an effort to be positive. "Well..." Just in that moment we hear a loud knock on the door. "We need...Hester Monroe. If this information is incorrect, please correct us." The two guards said outside the door.
"Well... hon that was the news." She says tearing up, her nose beginning to turn red. "Well... I better get going." I say, knowing I won't be back anytime soon.

"Hester Mon-." I interrupted them, "That's me! Sorry..." I said hoping I didn't die before the real game even started. "Bud... from here on out things are going to be tough, you'll be missing school for about... 12 months?" One of the guards said "1-1-12 months?" I said in shock as the guards escorted me to this limo. "A limo?" I said in shock, and upset, but a little relieved. "Well... You'll barley get outside time and the apartment complex is two hours away. It's different for everyone though." Said a guard, I might as well make the most of this, I thought to myself.

My phone goes off, it was 8963. "You on your way to the complex yet?" She said "Yes, I am, 2 hours though." I respond but I can no longer text her because I have to wait for the next hour.

I yawn and watch some old memories of my family and me when I was little... I wonder how Michael would react.. I feel so bad. He relies on me a lot.

I take a breath watching a video from when I was little. "Hey, Hester... what number is this? My mother said holding up a block with the number 6.
"Emm... Isn't it t-Twix?" Younger me said so confidently. My parents laugh, though, the video quality isn't the best so it's muffled.

"Aye, kid." Said the guard in the passenger seat rolling down the barrier separating us, I kind of wonder if he was from New York... "Yeah?" I said sitting up. "Here, you'll need this." He says handing in an... ID? It had all my information on it.

"Hester Monroe, DOB: March 14, 2007, Ethnicity: White. Eyes: Hazel, Hair: Dark Brown"

I was kind of afraid that the school transferred my information to these creeps... I guess the New York guy wasn't so bad. I sit down the ID tag down lying back down. I was afraid, and excited at the same time... I guess missing school is fair, I've never been fond of it anyways. I'm not like all those geeky kids who are A+ students, it just kills me.

I grab some chocolate that was provided in the side door, I've not had chocolate that good in ages... I wonder what the complex would look like.

Now the only thing left to do was hope I didn't die...