Hello. My name is Iowna Broom. I own a broom. Hahaha! Everyone loves puns. Laugh, dammit. My middle name is 'gunn'. I enjoy dancing like a robot. It has something to do with a horridly long backstory, of which the author will pad the length of the story. That is, if he survives more than two or three more.

Today is the Choosing. Do I really need to tell you about it? This is, like, the sixth chapter. I walk to the Choosing, and stand in line with the other girls. A man with a white face and possible homosexual tendencies walked to the podium.

"Hello, citizens of Sector 7!" He said, "Time for another FABULOUS Choosing, brought to you by the Capital!"

Deciding to stop making badly written homosexual remarks for ten seconds, he walked towards the Choosing Ball. I large, gleaming ball, next to another large, gleaming ball. It's weird, I feel like someone just made a homophobic review. Weird.

He pulled out a name, "This year's Sector 7 Contestant isssss... Iowna Broom!"

... Wow, that was a short chapter.


Well, what Iowna said. Iowna Broom created by Richards25! Sorry, I couldn't think of much funny things. SORRY! NO, PUT DOWN THAT GUN!

... *Cough*, anyway, thanks for reading, and please review!

(BTW, yes, Iowna is a murderer. Just saying, because I'm going to milk that personality trait for literally every joke I can.)