The chosen [Niall Horan]

Chapter 3

A few minutes have passed. My grandparents sit there, shocked and perplexed by the recent events. There's tears in my grandmothers eyes and my Grandfather sits there. Shaking in rage. " they can't do this... THEY CAN'T DO THIS. 20 to 40. That's always been the rule. They can't just change it!" He growls. My grandmas touching his arm gently. "Charles there's nothing we can do, they'll be here to get her soon...Common Sybil, we need to get you ready" I nod my head, squeezing my grandpas hand before I leave the table, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

She brings me into the washroom, explaining what will happen in the next few hours " we need to clean you up. You'll need to look as spotless as possible when they come for you. You don't need to pack anything, everything is provided. They'll be here in two hours" she mumbles all of this, keeping soft sobs in. I can hear my grandfather sniffling in the other room.

I walk into the bathroom to wash up, turning the hot water on in the shower and stepping in, letting the hot water dissolve the dirt from today's work. I wash my hair and my body, letting the stream of water warm me up.

I step out and decide to blow dry my hair since I don't have much time. It only takes about 15 minutes and by the end my wavy hair is hanging dry, midway down my back. I admire the beachy waves as I wash my face.

But... Wait... What am I going to wear? All I have is work clothes and running attire. Not exactly what you want to wear when you're trying to convince people that you're just as worthy to be there as them. In my panic I throw on a dressing gown and run out to the living room. My green eyes frantic.

My grandparents are sitting solemnly on the sofa. Not speaking. "Ummm..What exactly am I going to wear? I don't have anything." My grandmas eyes perk for a minute, quickly walking out of the room. My eyebrows furrow in wonder as she comes back with a white box. When she opens it I'm stunned by what's inside. 

A long dress, coming down to about mid calf. The bottom half is a deep burgundy while the top is navy blue. It covers my shoulders and the neckline is just enough to to show my collar bones.  They giggle at my amazement and I run out of the room to go put it on.

It fits perfectly. Hugging my waist and floating around my legs. I twirl around in front of my mirror letting myself smile a bit at the way it spins.

I walk out of the room and am instantly enveloped in hugs. Tears falling down their cheeks. "It was supposed to be a 17th birthday present. I know it's not soon but I saw it and knew you'd love it" my grandma chuckles between tears.

As we sit down I can feel my grandfathers eyes staring at me "are you ok?" I ask, concerned. " I thought I'd get used to it but I never did. I don't mind at all but it's just so strange, how you've never cried. Not even a single tear. Not when you were a baby, when your dog ran away when you were little, not even when your parents died. Not now. You show so little emotion. Whether your happy or sad you always look the same... I don't know how you're feeling right now and id like to know." I take a breath and think for a minute. I don't  try to be like this, that's just how I am. I was raised with both parents being soldiers. You're taught not to show how you're feeling so that people can't take advantage of it. You don't cry. So I never did. I think for a moment before responding. " I'm thinking that i understand why I was chosen. My parents were known as the best of the best, so of course they would assume that they trained me.  And I mean, they're right to think that. I spent 14 years being trained. I'm just wondering how you guys are... I know you've been trying to find out how to tell me because I found the paper work In the bread box a couple days ago. I know you're both ill and I just hope you two will be alright." They let out a sigh. " we'll be fine honey. Don't worry about us, worry about yourself. We love you" my grandma says as they envelop me in a hug.

That's when I hear it. A plane. I run to the window and see a small white jet landing in the pasture. My breath catches in my throat as I step out of the door. Squeezing my grandparents hands and giving them a peck on the cheek. "I love you guys" I whisper. they look at me in the eyes and say it back. Before I walk away my grandfather grabs my arm briskly, forcing me to look at him. His grip loosens and he hurriedly whispers "Sybil, you're different then other people. There's a fire that burns within you, don't let it fizzle out." And with that he lets go of my arm and a man in a black suit comes up smiling, gesturing for me to get on the plane. Before I step on I take a quick look back, seeing nothing but the black of night that surrounds us.