The Rebel and the Runaway

The Broken Selected | Kenneth

{Written By: Madison}

For a few weeks, I spend my time in the woods, building what I call a shelter, and what others call broken branches stacked on top of each other.

A family of six threes asked me to help out around the house.

I work late one night and the mother of the family comes up to me with an envelope in her hand. I knew exactly what it was.

"A second chance." She whispers. I smile. This is priceless and I hold that envelope like its the only thing that could keep me alive.

The Selection. No more running. No more fear. No more moving. No more lies. No more Easton. A new chance. A new life.

I smile excitedly, running back to my shelter that night. I pull out an old pen and write my name.

Kenneth Grace Williams.

Yes. This was mine.

Easton could try and take away my life. My hope. My everything. But he couldn't take away this chance.

The next morning I went and turned in the form with a smile. A smile that they photographed and stapled to my form.

They took it from me and my smile grew. Maybe just maybe. Maybe this was my lucky break.

I kept waiting and waiting and working and working.

So far no attacks. I was safe here. No rebels. No liars. And no Easton. No one here to break my heart.

The woman I worked for Ms. Arabella, kept talking to me about how amazing it would be if I got this chance. I still couldn't believe she gave up one of her daughter's chances for my own.

The night they announced the Selected, I stayed with Ms. Arabella to watch.

A pretty two, a kind looking three, and then, wait, no, it couldn't be. It was me. I was selected.

I screamed and cried tears of joy as Ms. Arabella and I embraced. She sent me 'home' and I didn't even care to look at the rest of the selected or suitors.

This was my moment. And I was going to make the most of it.

I slept peacefully in my makeshift home that night, until the terrorizing sound of rebels came crashing into my camp at midnight.

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