Im a tiny being in a humongous earth

1% of something

It's morning and her troubles deprived her of sleep, nonetheless she needed to go down and greet everyone with a smile for she thought it's far easier to smile than to explain the remorse she felt, even if she was given a chance, she doesn't even know what to say because she believes that it's something that only she can understand.

 She acted that the breakfast was great but in truth her appetite diminish every minute, for all she knew, mornings have always been the same so why bother minding what she's eating, she eats to delude people anyway.

All the people reminds her that she attends a very prestigious academy with a rich background and that she's from a prominent family who cannot be disappointed, no that's not it. Her family doesn't require her to be anything but it's herself who can't forgive for being an ordinary person. Worst a pathetic creature she is now; no will to live a human waiting to be killed.

Fucking mornings. She cursed silently in her head. Unmotivated to move, think or even open her eyes but there she was in the same room like always, waiting for the day to end. It became her routine to watch the clock in the very corner of the room and look at the crucifix where Jesus lays, asking why am I still here, Can't you just take me? What more do you want from me? She felt empty while staring the hanging cross.

Maybe to make things different instead of heading to cafeteria with her friends she decided to roam outside of her school and saw some something that caught her attention. "BUY A HERSHEY'S NOW AND HAVE A CHANCE TO TRAVEL!" she laughed at how people waste their money for a probability so little that their not even in the percentage where they'll get picked. I wonder? She thought, she went straight to the shop with the poster and bought a chocolate and wrote her name in the back of the wrapper and dropped it in the box near the poster. It wasn't as if she's hoping to get picked but like I said just to make things different than her usual routine.

Days passed and the abyss she's in darkens, hope was slipping fast and the nights were she held the steel knife increases until her mom called out one evening while she lay into her bed.

"Sweetie, a call for you!" Dianne again she thought.

As she held the phone in her ear an unfamiliar voice of a woman spoke

"Are you Miss Claire Seraphin?"

"yes this is her speaking, who are you?" the distaste from her voice was evident, she would rather lay in bed than to speak with anyone right now

"CONGRATULATIONS MA'AM!!" the woman's voice boomed from the speaker "you just won!"

"Won what?" her irritation was gradually increasing.

"Oh silly me, the Hershey's travel tour!" her eyes grew wide and the irk she felt before ceased. What the heck? Was all she could think about.

"You mean to tell me I'm in the one percent probability of having my name picked?"

"YOU ARE THE ONE PERCENT MA'AM! Congrats, you'll have to go to..." the woman continued to speak but her thoughts was already drifting, and questions like why was I picked? Should I go? Filled her mind

"ma'am?" the question brought her down to reality

"Ah yes, just send it to my email how and what to do. Thank you"

"Have a nice evening ma'am Claire"