Alice found a path, one that somehow led her back to 1942, to a country fighting for its survival, and to Gil. But Alice couldn't stay. Back in 2012, she has found and lost Gil all over again. She made him a promise, one she will do anything to keep. Now she just has to find that path again. When something unbelievable happens, is it too much to ask for it to happen twice?

Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score you will have a charmed life; well fed, well-rewarded, spoiled. But fall below eighty and you're labelled Flawed, and life will not be so kind. Hannah is adopted by a Flawed family when her birth parents choose their social standing over their daughter and endures a life of struggle, hunger and service. One day Hannah is escorted to the regional government office and told that the Consultant who delivered her, who labelled her Flawed got it wrong! Now, she is being relocated back to her birth parents, to live as one of the Ninety-Five- all medically and legally judged as perfect. Entering this new life Hannah has an impossible decision to make which puts not only hers, but the lives of everyone she cares about at great risk. "The Numbered- where no one wants to be number one". Authors notes: -This is a first draft of my story and will be edited soon. -2013 Began writing Flawed -2015 Watty Winner/ Named changed to The Numbered -2016 Completed The Numbered -2019 Optioned by eOne for development into a TV show.

"Sera." I gasped as my name whispered around me. A harsh, deadly whisper; taunting me as if I were wounded prey. The kind of prey that kept fighting even after the fight had long been lost. Frantically looking through the trees as I slowed my pace, searching for the source of that whisper, all I was met with was complete darkness and a fear that gripped my soul. A fallen branch caught my foot and I stumbled forward, trying to catch myself but piercing the palm of my hand on a twig instead. "SERAAAAA!" As the blood dripped down my fingers, a furious screech of my name froze me in my tracks. The sound permeated the forest around me and I desperately tried shaking off the terror that had stilled my movements. Taking in a deep breath, I shook myself and resumed my frantic flight, each tortured breath a reminder that failure would mean my death. Even as I kept running, I knew the truth. I knew my fate; my pursuer would catch me. He wouldn't stop until he did. He was the predator and I was the prey. I would never escape him.