Robbed

The Box

Author note: Hey guys!!! Sorry for the editing mistakes. But I hope you enjoy the new story. 

 I sprint. I run. I move my legs to a common goal. Goal: to not get caught. Caught? Caught by the government or by the common police. It's funny I am running from a government that suppose to be the best in the world. I am running from the very people that are suppose to be feeding me. To feed the poor with their great plans. Plans is just a word that sounds better than I am never going to do it. The king thinks that he can just shove us under a rug. You don't suppress poor teenagers we kinda rebel. It's not like I like to steal. To be sneaky. I have to. To get food to my sister and me. 
 You want to know what also funny; I am stealing from poor people. Not the rich that can afford to be stolen from. They could be robbed a thousand times, and they see not be in the red. Laughing at the sea of red faces at their door stop. Just want a job or maybe a life. Everyone thinks that I am in the rebellion. Oh you starving, age 10 to 18, or have a track record you must be a rebel. No, sometimes I think I should be one but I have the one think no one has these days. Hope. Hope that the government can get the head out of their thick skulls and see the torture their putting their people in. 
 The only thing I am good is to know my surroundings. I know every corner, shed, stone, and hiding place. I also know when stuff is misplace. I know something not right. The market place has changed. My regular get rid of the police move is gone. I usually just jump into a massive group of people. One blonde girl is nothing special. No one is here. Something is happing.

I stop in my tracks as I see my sister in the box. I look over to see my mom staring back at me with eyes of shock. The ground is dry. Sand is covering the usually green grass. It like the earth knows that I screwed up. No that I massively screwed up. My sister red curls are hanging of the box. I look around. I see the forest of death. Forest that is black with ash. No one ever survive that. The market place is getting smaller and smaller. I can barely breath. The police didn't arrest me yet because they have a box. The box is where they ship off to the castle to be a servant. No one want to be a servant. You first get no street creed but also I king and queen own you. You are their slave. You get no money. They just take you away.

Air get drier and drier as my lungs burn with the decision that will change my life. It's not a decision that I have to think about for one second though. It more really when the best time to do it is. The knight screams. "You know what is happing, their is only one way to save this poor girl. You know the rules. You have to of the same family and around the same age to take her spot. So do you have any bother or sister little girl".
 My sister spits and breath one breath but before she can get one word out of her mouth. My bigger sister genes cry out of my skin. My jaw and mouth start to move and I rush to the middle of the crowd and say " I am from the same family and I am one year older than her. I will take her place. I Rose Lockwood will take Mary Lockwood place in the box."

Everyone gasps even my sister, who knows I would take her place in any given chance. He unlocks the box and shoves my sister out and puts me in. No one has every in their craziest of thoughts would take the brother or sister place in the box. My sister gives me a look saying I will not give up and I will not let you sacrifice yourself for me to life a normal life. I will be special. All I could do was smile and pull out the apples and pears I have stolen and a little lose change I had left. Then I heard the wheels moving and the door was locked and my dreams were crushed but I will create new ones because I have the one thing not one else has. I have hope that when I have gave myself the worst life possible that I can fight and run and be free again. I will become a person people will look up to and respect. They could beat me and shove me in a tiny pee smelled, dark, splintering box but they cannot take my heart and soul out of who I am because I got this unmistakable hope. These government people are going to have a hard time handling me. Cause I might not be part of this stupid rebellion but when you are crazy, hopeful, and hard to handle that the perfect combination of a rebel.