Random Writing Vent Thing

[~cereal killer~]

We all trained for it, trained everyday actually. But still you never really expected to find it. I mean there was only a 50% chance you woulld find it. You trained since you were five and at sixteen half of you got sent to "The Institute" a combat and war school. By the time you were 18 you got sent in to war to battle for your country. But there it was the letter...

Dear Rebecca Caruso,
You have been picked by lottery to go to "The Institute". We expect you to arrive no later than August 25 since classes start September 5. You will get your schedule and be assigned a dorm where you and 3 other girls will be staying. See you in August.

Best Wishes,
Alasha Black

Crumpling the note up and tossing it in the recycler. "been picked by lottery," I knew that was a lie, my father had been a criminal and died in prison. They picked me as punishment, but punishment to who?! I had done nothing wrong and to hell my father was already dead. Glancing and the clock I realized I was already late for battle tactics the first class of my long day.

"Ace! Did you get a letter?" I asked anciously.
"Luckally no. Did you get one?" he asked looking at my face.
"You got one one didn't you?"

To Be Continued...sorry I gotta go to bed. Please comment. WIP

[~cereal killer~]

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