My mind was spinning too fast. How was I to concentrate on anything? I whipped my head around my bedroom. It was dimly lit for the only electricity in our house were the fluorescent tubes in the kitchen and living room. It may seem plain and ugly but, to me, it was the small thing in life I could call my own. It was mine. Well, it had been. Until they called my name over the wireless. And never again would I own something. I didn't even know what it meant to be called but each 17 year old had a chance. But the odds just didn't like me. So, I was leaving. A government bus would pick me up in a few hours to take me, well, wherever I was going, so I only had one chance to appreciate my life as it had been.

Slowly, I walked around, dragging my limp, arm across every surface, collecting as much dust as possible. I didn't know why but to hold dead skin cells seemed like the best way to accept what was to happen. To collect parts of me that were already dead, well, who knows? It just felt right. Hot, wet tears streamed down my broken face as I walked towards the doorway. I placed my palm on the metal frame and look for one last time at what I hoped could last forever. The bond will never be broken. My love will never be lost. Please remember me when I'm gone. All my memories I could count as happy were ripped, there and then, from my very soul and torn into shreds. No longer mine. A terrible new start. But, if one thing was for sure, I knew I was ready, for whatever President Stella had in store for me. I may be in for it but I was ready For Anything. I would get through this.