It was a dark, gloomy Friday morning.
I got up and headed downstairs. I made breakfast and put on the TV. I lived in a very small flat with my dad, so I cou7ld see everything that's happening very easily. At around 11 O'clock, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door, still in my dressing gown to see a young woman in around her late 20's. She had tied back brown hair, glasses, and black suit with no tie and high heels with a gold watch. "Hello Mr. Ridgerton. I am Mr. Gray's assistant. And you James, You have been chosen."
"What? This can't be happening
"When you put your name forward, you also signed the contract which stated that -" She pulled out a piece of paper. "If any persons are to sign this contract then that person has signed away a part of their future, perhaps life." At that moment, my Dad came in.
"James, who's this and what did I hear about signing lives away?"
"Ah, you must be the father."
She reached out to shake his hand, but he declined.
"I DO NOT WANT MY SON TO GO AROUND, BECOMING A SERIAL KILLER FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!" He screamed
She seemed used to this sort of reaction. So she just simply turned and bluntly said:
"You will go to a meeting on the 32nd at 2 O'clock in City Hall, London. Don't be late." She then left the flat.
My Dad then looked at me and said:
"What the Hell was all that about."
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December 32nd (In Progress)
ActionOn December 32nd the real last day of the year each of the main powers send soldiers; picked at random to fight for their country and this year James Ridgeton has been chosen to fight for England, but can he win?
