One: The knock

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      I sit on my bed and write in my diary. My mother said that life was fun before new rule  took over and took away almost everything. The most interesting thing we do now is gladiator fights. I continue to write until someone knocks on the front door. I close my diary and walk into the living room.


   My mother is standing there with one of the Kings generals. My father is rubbing her back. Uh oh. It's that time again. Every three years the king asks for young adults ages 14-23 to become gladiators for the fights, prostitutes for him and his court, and maids for his son to marry. My brothers died during the fights. Both bled out because the nurses ran out of time. And my sister died from AIDs as a prostitute. They never got to retire. Me and my five little brothers and sisters are the last ones left.


   "Any girls or boys eligible?" The general asks. My mother sniffles and nods. "Danielle pine. Age fifteen. Aria pine. Age fourteen." She says. My youngest brother Jonah clings to my skirt. I rub his back and sigh. Everyone turns to look at me. "Say hello to the general Dani." My mother says. I courtsey and smile. "Hello general." I say politely. He licks his lips and smirks. He is part of the Kings Court.



    "Hello Danielle." He says.


He then hands my mother two outfits. "The girls must wear this tomorrow. We ask that they wear no jewelry. And they must meet us at the stadium at promptly at 4:30 am." He reads off a paper. He then hands it to my mum. He pushes my mother and father aside and stands in front of me. He grabs my hand and kisses it softly. "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow my lady." He says. I courtsey. He pats my brothers head then he grabs my mothers hand and bows. He walks to the door, shakes my father's hand, and leaves.

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