I woke up on Friday and everything was the way it should be.
Guards took attendance by scanning our wristbands and yelled at us to get ready for roll call, we did. Then, when the guards came back to get us, went with then to roll call.
We go the same schedule we always did, and followed it, as normal.
In fact, it wasn't until D.C.P. that something weird happened.
We took our seats in cold, metal chairs and our instructor took attendance.
That's when we heard a voice over our heads. T took me a minute to locate the intercom, as it was grey and blended in with everything else in the school.
"Attention, delinquents. We will now have our weekly drawing. Will student numbers 853472," There was a long pause after he said this, "762315" another long pause, "186397," long pause, "4107263," pause, "and 8396234 be escorted to floor 3. Thank you."
The students around me gasped and stared at the girl who sat in the back, right corner. She smoothly arose from her seat. I could tell that she was trying to keep her cool, but her fear was fighting back, trying to show that it was there.
The door slammed open and five guards ran in and grabbed the girl by the arms.
Then, finally, her fear won.
She burst into tears, screaming and kicking at the guards who carried her away.
They managed to carry her our of the room but, through the window, everyone in the room saw, then inject her with a clear liquid, and watched as she went limp.
The guards hauled her off to a nearby elevator and the doors closed.
Then, after all that, our instructor assigned us our correction worksheets on our wristbands like nothing happened.
Later, in the Main Hall, I asked Piper and Parker about the 'drawing'.
"Oh," Piper said, "the drawing. Right. Okay, so every week a man calls out five random wristband numbers. The people who's numbers are called are then 'escorted' to Floor 3 and are never seen again." She spoke as if it were common knokledge.
"What happens to the students?" I asked them.
This time, Parker spoke, "No one knows. Some say the Headmaster kills them. Some say he enslaves them. Some say he trains them to be guards. I even heard once that only girls are called down and he uses then for... his own reasons, but I know that last one isn't true because I've seen a few boys get called."
"Oh." I responded. It was all I could think of to say in response. I had so many more questions but the guards called us to our cabins before I could ask any of them.
YOU ARE READING
Student number 357303
Ficção Adolescente13-year-old Alexis Perry has been labeled as a delinquent all her life. When she finally lives up to what others see in her by robbing a drugstore, then pepper spraying the security guards that came after her, she ends up in a school that's meant to...
