The One (A selection aftermath)

Chapter 8

The second time today I wake up with a pounding headache from getting knocked out.

I really need to work on avoid getting knocked out.

Maybe I can ask my personal northern rebel guard to teach me.

Wait I can't , because we are getting held as hostages by the south.

Thankfully my hands are untied and I gratefully take of the potato sack.

I am sitting in a cement room with several bars representing as a door. No windows line the walls, only the constant drip of water over in the corner next to a dark figure.

Slowly I approach the shape and realize it's Harris.

"Harris!" I nearly yell running to his side.

He doesn't respond to his name. My stomach twists up.

Is he dead?

"Mmaplle?" he says opening an eye.

"Your alive!" I exclaim.

He then cracked up slapping his knee.

"Of course I am alive. I have been for hours. I just wanted to see your expression when you saw me."

I glare at him evily.

"Jerk."

He takes a surprise look. "what?Why?"

"Aren't you suppose to be my guard? Your the reason I am trap in a jail cell with you! If you were so trained why didn't you fight back in the safe room? And where my parents? Ate they dead? What about Jacon or what's his new name... Southern? And the other Selected boys? Am I going to die?"

I take a deep breath composing myself.

Where did that come from.

I glance at Harris and see his straight face.

I turn my back to him swaying on my feet a little, my head still sore from the knocking out part.

When he doesn't responded I walk over to the jail door and sit down against the wall next to it.

I pull my knees to my chest, leaning my forehand on my knees. Before I know it I am asleep.

A/N

Hey! sorry this chapter took a while! I wrote like 5 pages then I forgot to save it...oops! I will update very soon and THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE 200 READS!