The night soon hit. Maybelle scurried towards her cabin, not stopping. In fear, the monster might get her. She reached her cabin door, and just as she turned the door knob-
"Alright! Everybody up, now!" I quickly hid my book under the bed, and stood up. Everyday one girl gets chosen to kill someone. And so far, I've been lucky, and haven't been called on.
"You! State your name and number!" I guess I spoke to soon.
"Janice Huterchson. Sir. Number; 664."
"Guess its your lucky day sweet heart."
I shudered at the pet name given towards me. The guard grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. I screamed out to my mother:
"Mother! No! Don't let them take me!"
A guard held my mother back screaming out my name repeatedly. Before I was taken out of my log house, my mother ran towards me, and suddenly a loud sound echoed through out The home. I looked over and saw my moms dead body being pulled out of the log house.
I started to cry and looked over to the guard. He had no expression. All he said was-"That's life kid." And I closed my eyes.
I suddenly woke up.
YOU ARE READING
Killing the Love of your Life
Randomthis story is based off of a book I'm actually righting. I know I write to many stories, and then get lost. and forget to update. but I've always been like that. so let's get ready for Janice Huterchson, number 664.
