The Selection

Chapter 1. Ana

I sit on the golden chair in my Victorian suburban home. The "fine life" they all say. They also say I should be lucky for this luck, a luck to be a 2. But no luck came. I knew my life was going to end when we got that letter. My father was power and money hungry. He did anything in his power to get wealth and fame. We were a somewhat famous family all because of his money. We were millionaires, there were only 6 other families with as much or more money as us. To everyone, they thought I was happy riding off my fathers success. But no. I crave adventure in life, something more than having the maids clothe and bathe me. My father came in ecstatic, practically jumping up and down. "Ana, the letter came," he smiled warmly. "We are going to get you to sign up tomorrow, so have your maids prepare something," he paused "provocative," he smiled. As he marched out the room triumphantly, I called him back. "What if I don't want to compete," I almost whispered. He turned around, his face as red as a tomato. "YOU WILL SIGN UP AND YOU WILL LIKE IT IT," he yelled practically jumping up and down. I rolled my eyes before even thinking about his horrible temper. I cowered as he was practically on me as he strikes my face. I collapse on the ground. He clawed my face and it stung. I felt it bleeding, from the stinging red print he left on my face. My dad wiped his hands on his coat and exited the room.