An empty room with blank walls and a single bench held a young girl with her knees pulled into her chest. She had said her goodbyes to her friends and parents yet nothing about it seemed real. At only twelve years old how did she get chosen for this? Her name was only entered once while there were hundreds of others who had their names in multiple times... What were the chances?
What made it worse was that her brother was to go with her. She thought it would be better to have someone to protect her and who she could protect as well. But only one was allowed to live until the end. Either one would fall before the other or they would have to turn on one another.
The door opened and in stepped soldiers to inform her that the train that would bring her to the capital was here. It was time to leave District 9 behind. Looking past the soldiers she spotted her brother.
“I don’t want to go! It’s impossible my name was pulled! The ballot was tampered with! I won’t go with you...!”