The Army Generals grab me and escort me out of the classroom with a tough grip. They go past the other classrooms, where the students stare at me. I try not to stare back, but I manage a few glances. I notice a girl with short black hair with a big scar down her left cheek, who looks at me like I’m bad meat.
I know that look so well. My father is a butcher, and my mother is a seamstress. Mum and Dad met when Mum was selling a apron. Dad instantly fell in love with her and they got married and had two children, my younger sister Ava and I. Which reminds me of her.
“Hey!” The Army Generals ignore me.
“Hey!” I say, once again.
“Um, excuse me?” I say with a slight tone to my voice that grabs their attention.
“What?!!”
“Can I say goodbye to my sister? She is on the third level-“
“Ummmm… okay?”
“Thanks. Its room 134.”
We go to the third floor, which holds grades 5 and 6.
They walk me near room 134, where the students are working on essays about the history of this colony, which is what my class was going to do..
I run to the door and push it open. “Ava?”
Ava looks at me from the second row of chairs. She got my father’s looks. Oval shaped face. Medium torso with long legs, which made her have the height of a seventh grader.
She got up from her seat and curtsied to the teacher. I smile at the skinny teacher, who just gives me a nod.
I pull open the door, and we walk outside.
I look at her wavy red hair. None of our parents had that.
“Ava, I got chosen.”
She looks at me. She starts to tear up, and I feel like I have swallowed a rock.
She runs into my arms, and presses her forehead on my chin.
“I know, Ava. But I’m always going to be your sister, whether I’m in the war or not.” I whisper to her.
“I know Astrid.” She has a slight Italian accent when she says vowels, even though we have no Italian ancestry. Ava is one of a kind that way with us.
The Army Generals interrupt us.
“Okay, time’s up. Astrid Lingrem, please come with us as we escort you to the Program.”
Ava looks at me with a look that’s difficult to describe. It has a mix of sorrow, heartbreak and anger.
I know exactly how she feels.
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GUNPOWDER
FantasíaIn the year 2407, World War 3 has begun, and is in full bloom. To get more soldiers into the war, the government has created a Program where 4 boys and 4 girls aged from 14 to 20 years-old from each colonies in the United States has to go through...
