Ten years ago I would have never thought about finding my next meal. It is hard to believe that I was once a Three. Food always came along with the warm faces of my parents. I still dream about their gleaming white smiles when I told them about school. My life was perfect, until the day the rebels took the lives of my parents.
I remember it like it was yesterday, Jamie and I just returned from our piano lessons and Mom was in the parlor reading a book. We then heard a loud bang; my father ran into the house and slammed the door.
He ran to my mother with a look of terror on his handsome face. All he said was, "They found us Marian, and they are coming here." My mom's relaxed face turned into a façade of panic and worry. "Henry, we cannot let them take it. We must make sure it never gets in their hands. I have dreaded for this day to come but you know what we must do." she whispered quickly.
My mother then turned to Jamie and I with tears streaming down her face. Handing me a small box she cried, "Sophia, take this and guard it with your life. Your father and I love you very much don't ever forget that. Now take Jamie and run, run far away from here and don't come back."