In New America, chosen children are taken to be soldiers at the age of 10. They are given guns and treated mercilessly. So who are Zana Carmichael and her five companions? They are The Chosens on the run.

Chapter 7

Hey guys! I am updating from my iPad and it's so difficult. If anyone is reading my story One Summer, I'm taking it down soon. The plot is practically nonexistent. If the plot does develop I might put it back up. Anyways...on with the story!

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After breakfast, our cell block went to weapons class. The minute class started, all of us were given BB guns. "This is what you will start with. These guns will lock if not aimed at their targets," the instructor said with a grim expression.

As I walked to my target, I saw that I was next to a young with light brown, extremely curly hair. "Hi," I whispered. Fortunately, he was talkative.

"Hey," he whispered back, "I'm Isaac. Who are you?" (A/N: The character Isaac is based on my friend Isaac :-)

"I'm Zana," I said.

"Where are you from?"

"Section 3, Block 10."

"Um, isn't that where the Officials and important people live?"

"Well, uh, you could, um, say tha-"Suddenly, pain exploded on my back. "No talking! Shoot your target!" the instructor yelled as he hit my back with his baton again.

I sighed and lifted my BB gun. Bulls-eye. "Lucky shot," Ana, who was next to me, muttered. I fired again. Again, a bulls-eye. "Sweet," Isaac said. Ana glared at me. "You're just jealous," I teased while firing another shot.

"Am not!" Ana protested.

After another hour of shooting, a voice came on the intercom and said, "All trainees return to your cell!" On the way out, we all had our hands bound back together. Typical class dismissal. Ana, Harris, Andrew, and I all got separated in the mix of small, scared, children.

I met Ana back in our dreary cell. "Hey, Ana," I said. Ana didn't respond. She looked like she had seen a ghost. "Ana? Hellooooo?" I asked. She still didn't say a word. "Ana!" I yelled.

"Wh-what?" Ana replied. She was still as white as a sheet.

"You look pale," I said, "What's up?"

"None of your business," Ana replied.

"I think it's my business."

"Well, you're wrong."

"Just tell me what happened."

"I think...I think I saw my little sister."

"You what?!" I exclaimed.

Andrew poked his nose through the little peephole between cells. "You saw Lilly?" he asked.