My name is Tony Sarcas. As in Tony Sarcasm. Clever name. Probably took a whole ten minutes to name me. I live in Sector 12, or as the other Sectors call us, the one with those dead kids.
Now, to pad out this damn chapter's length, here's a FLASHBACK...
I was sitting in a round table. There was a plot driving awkward silence.
"You know, Tesseraie is part of our living..." My Mother said, awkwardly. Honestly, this dialogue is pretty poorly written. Even on this author's standards.
"You don't say." I replied. We were eating Tesseraie food RIGHT NOW.
"And our family is kinda big..." My Father continued, "Plus, one less mouth to feed if you were Chosen..." Wow, I didn't really remember that last part. Ow.
"You guys are so Ledger-ing clever..."
I stood up, with tears streaming down my face. Before you ask, teenage boy readers, I'm not gay.
"Are you crying?" My Mother asked.
"NO, I'm just sweating through my eyes!" I yelled, as I stormed out.
"... At least he still has his only defense mechanisim: sarcasm." My Father laughed. I don't understand how I heard that from outside, either.
Of course we all know that I took the Tesseraie, because I said it in the damn opening narration. Nice writing, Author.
I'd show you my Choosing, but you saw like, nine Choosings at this point. I got chosen, there. You're welcome.
