I had just entered my name into the Choosing. It was a chance of a lifetime. If I was Chosen my whole life would change. I would go to the palace. I would be away for a long time. Away, away from my family. I would miss them........
"Ash!" my mother called from the living room, interrupting my thoughts.
"Coming!" I yell back. I finish braiding my hair and walk into the living room.
My older brother, Jacob is sitting on a chair with my little sister, Riss on his lap. My mother sits on the couch rocking the baby. They have the News is on. The King is talking about the War.
I sit down on the couch, eyes on the television. The screen had turned to the Prince. He had finished his speech. 35 glass bowls stood, center stage, spotlights on them. He strode over to them.
"The first is our Purples. They are our royals. First from Soger is Miriam Bruse. Then from Ooda is Emilia Dracon. " The Prince continued to read in a monotone voice the women who were Chosen. He then promptly began to read the Chosen Brains. I sat up straight, my mother leaned forward. The moment of truth. I crossed my fingers and closed my eyes. "And from Buda we have" he gave a brief pause. I was on the edge of my seat. "Ash Levithan" From then on it was pandemonium. We didn't hear any more of the names that were called after that. There was much screaming and yelling, hugging and kissing. The phones began to ring. It didn't stop for days.
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Chosen
Science FictionAmerica has fallen, Ondalina is the name of the country now. The people are placed in 7 different levels: the Purples, Stars, Brains, Muds, Colors, Builders, and at the very bottom the Sweepers. This is the year the prince becomes of age. As traditi...
