District 9

Chapter One

I walk out of my room in the house and enter a hallway. When I enter the dining room, I see the group of people I live with. Some of them glance up and look at me, while the others continue eating or socializing. I look around, trying to find my group of friends.

Suddenly someone motions me over. When I look a little closer, I see my group. Slowly I make my way over to them. I see one empty seat that is in the spot they always save for me. I sit down with a small smile to my friends. Most of them return the smile. There are six of us at the table.

The one sitting in front of me is Lydia, who is the oldest out of the girls, being nineteen. Her last name is Potter, while her middle is Rachel. She has normal slightly messy black hair, when it is down it reaches her mid-back. Today, like most, it's in a ponytail. She has bangs that fall slightly into her emerald green eyes. She has a sweater on, which is a light gray with black stripes, her jeans are also black. Then her shoes are a pair of black combat boots.

Sitting beside her, to the left, is Iris Primrose Glass, who is the youngest out of all of us at the age of seventeen. Her pale pink hair that falls to her mid-back and is curly. Like normal, she is wearing a pair of amethyst purple contacts. She has on a pink shirt, that matches her hair, and she also has on a pair of blue denim shorts. Her Converse, like her shirt, matches her hair.

On the other side of Lydia is Ariel Beth Deal, she's older than me but younger than Lydia, though she is nineteen. She has white hair that is in a high ponytail, when it is down it reaches just past her shoulders. Her brown eyes are shining brightly. Her shirt is red with a design of cute panda. Just like Iris, she is wearing a pair of blue denim shorts. A black pair of Nike shoes ends her outfit.

To the right of me is Maxwell August Kadwell. Out of all of us, he is the oldest at the age of nineteen, turning twenty here soon. His blonde hair is falling into his blue eyes. Slightly to the right of his right eye, there is a scar that starts at his eyebrow and ends right below his eye. His dark blue shirt is kind of tight on him. And his black jeans are kind of skinny. His shoes are a pair of black Converse.

To the left of me is Andrew Octavius Daniels. He is slightly older than Iris, so he's a bit younger than me at the age of seventeen. His brown hair is buzzed on the sides and back, but is left slightly floofy at the top. He has on a white button up shirt with nice looking black pants. The only thing that throws off the look is his shoes, which are a pair of worn out looking Converse. His green eyes are looking around our table.

"So what are you going to decide?" Lydia asks when I sit down.

"Decide on what?" I hear Ariel ask.

"What we talked about yesterday," I say while looking at her. She gives me a confused look, so I continue with, "Where we are going to go. The Center would love to know." The last sentence I say with an eyeroll.

The Center is one of the many, many places people are allowed to stay. To be truthful this place is like an adoption center, while some of the other places are like homeless shelters.

There are a lot of reasons why somebody would end up in a place like this. One of the main reasons for a kid or teenager to end up in one of these adoption centers is because their families die and they can't be taken care of.

"Mmm," Lydia hums. "I think we should move to District 9."

I nod a couple times. Then Ariel asks, "Why so far?"

"We always said we wanted to get out of this hellhole," Max answers.

"But District 9 is so far," Iris complains.