The day was April 1st, the day dreaded by most, if not all. The weather was nice that day, the sun was shining, and the birds were chirping, ironic considering the circumstances.
Today is going to be terrible, I wish I could just run away.
I'm not hungry, lets just get this over with
I stumble out into the kitchen, my family is awake, sitting at the kitchen table with a morbid look painted across their faces
Scott, come eat somthing before we go
We all step outside, the blistering August sun beams down brightly. In the distance I see a large black bus slowly roll around the corner. It pulls up right by my feet and hot dust cascades around me.
We ride all the way down to the town hall, where the fait of three families will be changed forever.
I come here every year on April 1st, but I still never get used to this feeling of utter fear and sickness. As I am looking around the lights start to go down and I see someone standing on the front stage, it’s the town mayor James Hatley.
“Good Afternoon everyone, he says confidently into the microphone. It is my honor to be carrying this tradition on
The first three families drawn from the bowl well be shipped off to an unknown island to try and survive. If the family can survive for one year one the island, they will be brought back and awarded with a prize