The Eight

1

"Hey! Get back here!" The baker yells. I don't care I just keep running. I was trying to get a loaf of bread but I didn't have enough money and by that I mean I had no money. On the way out I got caught and dropped the loaf.

When I finally make it home I realize the baker stopped following me. We live in an old abandon building because we couldn't buy a house. We live there with two other families, the Gray family and the Dionne family.

When I run in my dad is the first person I see.

"Where is the bread?" He asks harshly. He has to be stern with us kids because we are the children of a leader. The leader of the Southern Rebels.

"I was caught and dropped the bread, but I got away."

"How stupid! How can you just drop our food!" He yells and hits my arm. He only hits our arms so we can wear long sleeves and cover the bruises.

"Dad! You can't do that!" Miles yells at my dad.

"What's going on?" I ask him.

"You and your sister are going to enter Prince Kile's Selection." He says making jazz hands sarcastically.

"Why can't just Miley do it?"

"Because we need both of you to enter so we have two daughters that could be drawn. We need someone on the inside and you guys could be them."

"Fine. Give me the stupid form, but this doesn't mean I get in."

"As long as you try." My dad says handing me the form.

Miley and I both headed to our room to work on the forms.

Name: Molly Richards Age: 17

Caste: 8
Contact Information: (Adress of the building)

Height: 5'0
Weight: 100 pounds

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green

Skin Color: White Languages: English, French, Spanish

"Well that wasn't so difficult was it?" Miles asked sitting beside us. All the kids share a room which gets chaotic at times but we love each other.

"No, we just have to turn it in tomorrow." My sister and I said at the same time. We do that a lot it is like our special power. We look, sound, and act alike, so it is easy to get us confused from time to time.

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When we make it to the post station there is a lot of girls and they are dressed in fancy clothes.

"Oh look, the eights didn't know to dress up. Or is this the best thing you have." A group of twos said and started laughing.

I heard someone talking to their daughter nearby. "Now you have to look perfect for your picture, they will choose from your looks and a little on your application." She said fixing her daughters hair.

I pull Miley away. "We need to look better if we want to be Selected." I tell her walking away. "I thought you didn't want to be Selected."

"I don't want to be, but dad and Miles could use this to their advantage. We could find passages and secrets." I tell her and she nods her head in understanding.

We walk back home and put on the best thing we have which is not much. When we go back the crowd has died down a bit. We turn in our forms and the mother was correct in what she told her daughter, we had to take pictures.

"Don't worry girls, they won't choose you from your looks. The rules were changed and they are going to draw live on the Report." The lady working said and that put me at ease a little. We have a better chance if they don't look at the applications and pictures in advance.