I walk up to school. It's a summer day - the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there's not a cloud in the sky. I walk into the group of pupils crowded around the assembly hall's doors.
We wait there for a while, until we are let inside. Because I am in the final year at this school, I sit down with my friends at the back of the hall. The younger children sit in front of us. Our Head begins to talk, but no-one pays him much attention. There are scattered conversations everywhere, all held in whispers. Suddenly a group of people walks into the hall, the Head stops talking.
Everyone turns towards them as they start telling people from my year to get up. They come over to me and tell me to go with the rest of the pupils they have selected. It seems random, but eventually they stop. There are twenty-nine of us. We are scared and confused, why aren't the teachers doing something? We are told to follow the strangers, so we do. We walk down to a bus, get inside and sit down. There are no windows.
They take us to another hall, nothing like the last one. This one has wood everywhere - wooden walls, wooden floor, and even a wooden ceiling - and the walls are lined with wooden benches. They lock the wooden door behind us after we have all entered. There is nothing else to do - we take a seat and wait for something - anything - to happen.
Double figures :) What do you think?
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The Choice
Teen FictionWhen faced with three doors, and half an hour to make the decision of a lifetime, what would you pick? Following Snow and Mark, and 28 other teenagers, the story tells the tale of the consequences of their choice.
