A/N Christina: 17 Years Old, dark skin tone, frizzy hair in space buns, freckly, deep brown eyes.

I sat quietly on the stall, my legs tucked beneath me, staring intently at the blank grey wall in front of me. All I could hear was the loud cackle of our wireless and the hum of President Stella's quick, light voice explaining, yet again, what landed our place here. In the middle of the large, bland, city, with no clue as to what life was like beyond The Walls. I peered to my left to see my brother, Theo, in the same velvet chair that every house down my road had acquired. Theo took deep, even breaths as he looked peacefully at the ragged carpet.

He was tall and muscular, a well proportioned face that I'm sure all the other girls had fallen for. I was proud of him. He was safe and happy with Mama. If anything I felt like an outcast, like, if I was to step to the side for just a few moments I would be able to heal the wound I seemed to create. He and Mama have a lot in common and can laugh a lot better without me. But that was how life rolled, and today, was the day it changed. Each year was the same, Theo and I sat down whilst Mama made dinner in the kitchen. I was scared, although I was every time, frightened of what to expect when Stella finally called the names of those in need of a serum dose. I knew I was in for it, I already didn't fit in with the crowd but, no one else seemed overly panicked. Just me.

Slowly, she droned through the same speech read every year. "War is what led us here" I didn't want to listen, "The danger of life and death" I screwed my eyes shut "Our indifferences are what make us unique" I could feel the bile building in my throat "but sometimes, we are wrong" My palms were clammy "And we can't allow the rebels to get away" I was so tired. I felt myself slipping under as the wireless still spoke, No, I have to stay awake for the names, I'm too tired! You have to. No... I'm too... tire...

Before I even realised what was happening, my body was being jolted violently. "Christina!!" Why was he being so loud? "Christina!" Can't he tell I'm trying to sleep? "They called your name." He choked on these last words as I finally came to my senses.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes vigorously. I must have been dreaming, Theo was just simply calling me for supper and I'd misheard, but even so, my heart was in my throat. I swallowed hard my breaths quickening as I established the situation.

I heard a voice crack. A sob broke out and before I could turn my mother was on me, cradling my fragile figure with her long, spindly arms. Her head rested on my shoulder, creating a damp spot on my shirt and I knew in an instant I hadn't misheard. It was true. My name had been called; I could feel my heart tearing, being beaten with a million fists, I slid from Mamas grasp and slumped limply to the floor.