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The Middle

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"Welcome to the 54th annual Brighton Ceremony. 
Please find your sector and take a seat. 


In Brighton we have 12 different sectors: Drass, Gwell, Sano, Rouge, Fay, Trill, Niss, Kerr, Massa, Hilt, The Capital, and Argo. 
Each sector is divided into 2 parts, the upperlands and the lowerlands. If you are a government official, wealthy, a uniform, a high ranking army officer or any other position of power, you live in the upperlands. As for the rest of us....

I've lived in the lowerlands of Argo for 17 years. 17 years of living in a house too small for 5 people. 17 years of never once going outside.

The Brighton Ceremony happens once a year, each January. If you pass the tests, you have the opportunity to begin a series of training sessions in whichever category you qualify for. This has the potential to change your destiny. Good luck candidates, you will have 7 hours. 

Your time begins.....

Now. "

What if you had the choice to rise up and fight an obviously wrong system and risk your life, or abandon your family and friends for a cause you don't completely believe in. 

What would you do?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

If you liked The Hunger Games & Divergent you're sure to like this book. This is my first published story so I hope you like it and make sure to comment if you have suggestions:) 
- IzzyTodos los derechos reservados

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