Antagonist

Chapter One

I woke up to the sound of The Beautiful South playing on my mums speaker. I got out of my bed and walked over to my oddly slanted mirror, and stared at my reflection. I was a tall and remotley slim person. I had a bob and a fringe, which seemed to satisfy the demands of certain people. I brushed my hair and put on the same school uniform that I had put on every day since year 7, to now year 11. I had never been the most popular person around school, but I liked it that way. 'Nancy, come here quick!' Shouted my mum in a hastening tone. I ran down to the living room as fast as my legs could carry me and she sat there watching the news. 'Over 2,000 school children have been abducted from the goverment to prepare for war' 'What?' I thought my myself. 'We have no update on where these children are being taken to but we do know where the team are going next, St Killians, St Bedes and St Giles. in Nottingham' 'Mum, that's my school, St Killians.' I say 'I know hunny, but they wont take you they can't' she says, in a worried way. 'How can they just take innocent people? They can't just do this!' I shout. 'Nancy, it's the goverment, they do a lot of outrageous things, they won't take you ok?' I look at her with an aggitated look. 'How can they be so corrupt to do this? Can't I just take a day off school why?' 'As parents if we do that, we will be arrested and most likey fined, we can't risk that, know let's just get in the car and go.' When we arrive there is a crowd of gunmen. 'Guns, seriously?' I think to myself. Annie, one of my very good friends runs up to me 'I'm terrified Nancy, we have an assembly at 1 o'clock to see who goes, i'm not prepared for this!' On the inside neither am I, but I try and make myself seem valiant. 'I mean, it's not like they're going to actually take me or you, out of everyone' I say with a laugh to achieve a look of bravery. My school was not large in any way possible, so why they would pick my school, I have no idea. First period we had Maths, which was average enough considering the fact some of us were about to go off to prepare for some type of peculiar war. Second period was History, which was in fact my favourite lesson of them all. My teacher, Mrs Smith, walks in the classroom. She seems tired and worn out. 'Hello class' she says, almost as if she's about to cry. 'As you all know today is the day where around 10 students will go to prepare for war.' She grabs her whiteboard pen and writes down the words „Preperation". 'I have been told I can teach about the first few days of what you will go through in the war camp, of course we are not sure if there will be an actual war like World War I or II, but there will be some sort of war.' I don't listen, throughout the whole entire lesson I sit there lost in my thoughts. And that was the moment one of the teachers walk into the classroom and says. It is time for the selection ceremony, registration order please.'