I wake up to the sound of wind against the metal roof. The soft sound of birds chirping in the distance. I let myself lay under the covers for a few moments more. Enjoying the sounds before the rest of the house wakes up. I curl up in the old blankets, wishing that I could do this more often, but sure enough, the alarm goes off and I'm forced to drag myself out of bed and get dressed.
I grab a pair of black leggings and throw on a sweater, changing quickly so that I won't lose any time. I tie my wavy brown hair up into a ponytail as I slip my runner on and head out the door. I look down at my old silver watch to check the time and realize that I had left the house a bit later then usual. It was 5:30am instead of 5:00. Oh well, I guess I'll only be able to run for an hour and a half today instead of two. Instead of being disappointed, I decide to run a little faster, my sneaker covered feet pounding against the dirt trail, all worries seeming to float away. I continue to run, over the hills, across the pasture and down the road. An hour and a half later I arrive back at the house.
I walk in and slip off my shoes, going to get my work attire on. I quickly replace the running garments with a pair of blue jeans and a black plaid shirt. I skip into the kitchen only to find grandma and grandpa making breakfast, the smell of freshly fried bacon and eggs fills the kitchen, buttered toast lays on the dinning table along with a bowl of strawberries. My jaw drops open. "Good morning gram" I say pecking her cheek. "Gramps" I say as I give him a side hug. "Ummm.... What's the special occasion? I don't think we've ever had a breakfast like this... Not that I mind! I'm just curious I guess." My grandpa chuckles as he fills our plates. "Oh dear, I guess we forgot to tell her, Sybil dear, today is the day of the chosen" he says with excitement, as I should have even the slightest clue what he's talking about. I furrow my eyebrows and take a bite of the delicious breakfast. "Can someone elaborate on that?" I say as I take a bite of toast. My grandma looks at me with a grin " every 100 years, 100 people are chosen throughout the world. No one knows how they're chosen or why but it's very specific, anyway. These people will go to a training centre, the whereabouts are unknown, and be trained vigorously for a year. Throughout the year cuts will be made and at the end only 30 will be left. Those 30 then go on to be tested. The tests are different every time and the public isn't ever told what it is . Only that it tests physical, emotional and mental strength. It's a huge deal. The choosing is broadcasted on the radio and if your name is chosen you have 1 hour to get your things before they come to get you."I sit there, how did I not know about this? It's crazy! But I suppose when you haven't left the farm in the past two years other then for groceries, you don't hear much gossip. My grandma continues "they do this to see how much people have changed over the years. no one knows how the winner is chosen. It's different every time and the award is different every time. The only thing that has been consistent is the age groups. The chosen have always been between 20-40"
My grandparents are ecstatic, and honestly..so am I(even though I refuse to show it). I haven't seen them this happy in a long time. Not since I've lived with them.
I finish my breakfast quickly and push the thought of the chosen out of my mind. "I finished today's schoolwork yesterday, I had some free time. Can I go out and do the chores?" We call them chores but we all know that in a way, I love them. I never stop moving, a habit I had learnt from my parents, so moving hay and taking care of the horses, cows, chickens and dogs was always better then just sitting around. " of course, be careful darling" my grandpa says as I thank them for breakfast, pulling on my boots and sprinting out the door.
This chapter is mainly just so that you can understand where Sybil comes from and what the day of the chosen and the test is.
I'm so excited to write this!! Hope you all enjoy it!!
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The chosen [Niall Horan]
FanfictionI hear footsteps coming from up ahead, in a panic, I jump into a bush only a few feet away. Hearing a small groan as I land on something hard. My hand quickly shoots up,covering the other persons mouth to muffle the sound, not allowing them to give...