How the lottery came to be

It was June 1st and the day was clear and sunny. My friends and I were walking walking out of school when we spotted the whole town crowded around town square. "I wonder what's going on?', I said. Then I noticed my friend Carl was no longer by my side. I looked up and saw him running towards the crowd, "let's go check it out," he yelled out cheerfully towards us. so we ran after him to see what was going on. We were only fifteen at the time so the adults would not include us in the town's problems very often, so I wasn't expecting much but when we got there I saw Mrs.Winters. She was a nice old widow who lived on the edge of the town. "What's going on?" I asked her. "Why don't ya look for yourself," she said with a gentle smile. I pushed through the crowd to see what all the commotion was about. When I got to the front of the crowd I saw the mayor of the town talking to two outsiders. Both outsiders looked like priests, one was younger than the other. The older one was a scrawny looking man, he was going bald but the very little little hair he had was grey. I couldn't see his face but the younger one I could see clearly. He was tall,had wavy blond hair and had dull blue eyes. I couldn't hear what they were talking about but after a while the mayor looked toward the crowd and said "Hello everyone, I know you all are curious as to who these two gentlemen are. So, I will let them introduce themselves". I looked towards the two outsiders. "Hello everyone, I am Marcus Smith you may call me Father Marcus, this is my son John. We were traveling priests and thanks to your mayor we are now able to settle down in this here town. We will now be your permanent priests so I hope to get along with everyone." Said the older man now known as "Father Marcus". After a while the crowd disbanded so I made my way home to get ready for the welcoming party that was being held later tonight. In the evening me and my parents made our way to town square. Once we got there I left to find my friends after some searching I gave up and decided to wander around for a bit. I ended up in the old playground by the church. There on the old swings I saw John he seemed lonely so I made my way over to him. "Hey" I said while walking towards him. He looked up and said "hey". That was the first time I talked to him. It had been almost a year since I met John we were great friends but after a while started to become more than friends but he was forbidden by his father to be in any romantic relationship so we kept it a secret for a couple months. But, eventually his father found out and he was furious. I knew something was going to go wrong eventually but I never thought it would go this far. His father forbid John to see me but we kept meeting in secret. That only made things worse. Since John's father was the priest he had a lot of power in the town. I never thought he would use his power like this. He had gone mad. He convinced the town that God demanded a sacrifice. The townspeople being as religious as they were believed it all. He called it "The Lottery". The first victim was Mrs.Winters. I was surprised that I wasn't the first one but I guess it would look suspicious if a certain person were chosen. He had decided that it would be held every year. I was a lucky one I haven't been chosen for who knows how long but John on the other hand. We continued dating after his father forbid it. For years we continued with the lottery. John and I got married we had two children Mary and Joseph. They were named after two religious figures. Mary was chosen one year she was only two years old. We begged for her not to be stoned but those cries only fell upon deaf ears. The year John was chosen was also the year Joseph had his first child. It was also the year I felt myself die inside. He was killed by the stone that came from his father. I stood on the sidelines only watching for there was nothing I could do. Two years later,your father Joseph was chosen. Your mother had died giving birth to you so there was only me to take care of you. I am now one hundred and five years old. You will probably not remember this tale I tell you but trust me all of this true. You are only six now and I hope that you will not have to see loved ones die because of my mistake­ no, I will not call it mistake because if it were a mistake then loving John would would also be a mistake and that is something i could never accept being a mistake.
There in a small cottage sat a young Old man Warren with an old woman listening to her story of how the lottery has come to be.