Don't doubt your feelings
I woke up, thinking it is an ordinary day, but the feeling in my stomach tells me its not. Sometimes I wish that I would fall asleep and never wake up again. But as always, my wishes never come true.
I get up and dress myself in my prettiest clothing. Then I take my little brother's hand and start walking down the street.
The closer I get, the more my heart beats, and I have to let go of my little brother's safe hand. I feel so weak and alone, when I watch my brother takes my mother's hand. He is safe, at least until he reach 12.
I suddenly find myself surrounded by other teenage girls at my age. I don't feel safe; no one does these days. Parents are afraid to lose their children, and the children are afraid of getting picked, and lose their life. Everybody are afraid, everybody are afraid of losing someone they love.
The pink haired woman enters the stage and start talking. Her smile scare the life out of me and I hear the sentence I hate to hear ladies first, her voice gives me chills down my back, I have always hated that voice. Im folding my hands, and close my eyes, begging that the pink haired woman will not pick me. I hear a name, and just for a moment my heart stops.
I walk slowly up to the stage, looking into my mother's wet eyes, is she giving me up already?
After some minutes, that feel like hours, a boy joins me on the stage. I look into his ice cold eyes, and I get a strange feeling that he is a heartless boy. I really don't want to face him in the arena.
The pink haired woman says the words that may save me; Do we have any volunteers? I close my eyes and fold my hands, - begging that someone will volunteer for me. But why will God listen to me now, when he never have listened before? I do understand that I have to face my fate. So I give up the hope I had, about that anyone will save me. That's why I lose my breath when I hear a confident girl voice say I volunteer.
A strong athletic girl enters the stage and gives me a soft smile, with her beautiful voice she says Go to your mom, honey. I almost cry of relief as I rush down from the stage and right into my mother's warm arms. Mom is whispering sweet and calming words to me.
I walk home hand in hand with my lovely mom and sweet brother and feeling totally safe, at least for another year. Thank you God, for finally fulfilling my wishes; I'm sorry I doubted you.