LauraLisaXo

17th February, 2013. Evening, I was sitting on the livingroom floor when I saw the news. The whole family was gathered in my livingroom, huddled closely and lovingly together as our eyes took in the television. My nerves were uneasy, nauseous, and I was shaking. I couldn't help it, even though I had a 0.1 chance of being the sacrifice. That day, we had all been taken to the community centre at the end of the street I live in, my family and a dozen others to be given a number. A number, to define a person. Like the number on the saddle of a racing horse. The world depended on one of these numbers. And it wasn't just a piece of paper, it was a