Your Life
Chapter 1
The day began just like any other would. If you were a slave. I woke to the usual sounds that I heard at the start of every single work filled day. The sounds of yelling and the ringing of a large brass bell ringing.
I am used to this sort of awakening now. When I first came here. Six years ago. I would refuse to get up. In return, the guards would snigger and I would be flogged as punishment. I can still remember the sting of the scars which I had for weeks afterwards. I learnt a lesson that day. A lesson I will not soon forget. That was my hell since I was eleven. I noticed that you stay in huts with people the same age as you. Long story short when I came here I was confused and scared. Now I can't remember the last time I laughed or even smiled. I'm No 35 by the way. My real name is Michael, but now I'm known as No 35
I noticed a number of things about this place. I noticed that the age on the people here starts at eleven and ends at forty. I was told if I make it to forty they will release me. The "if I make it" part made me shudder. They explained by saying if I break even one rule the penalty was death. I then noticed how they choose the jobs. They call each person up one at the time and select a job out of a large round bowl filled with folded pieces of paper. I was told the jobs were soldier, crop picking weapon designer or chef. The jobs of being soldiers or weapon designers made it seem like we were preparing for a war. That wouldn't happen, would it?