I love The Hunger Games, and books set in the future, so I decided to try something out in that sort of area.

It's about a girl (called Kate), who has lived all her life inside one building. Years ago, an unknown disease spread throughout Britain, and so hundreds of survivors have been hiding in 'Safe Colonies'. This is the story of a girl desperate for freedom.

Sorry if it's terrible-it's my first movella!


9. Punishment

Rule 8: Overtime work will be rewarded with gifts, such as cloth and extra food.

Where was he? I was standing by myself, straining to see over the surging crowd in front of me to look for Alec. It was Wednesday, just after lunch and I was at mine and Alec's usual meeting place -the corridor on the right after the canteen. I glanced anxiously at the large clock opposite me on the wall, which told me he was 5 minutes late. I mean, 5 minutes wasn't exactly a long time, but still Alec was always there before me...

My fingers twisted nervously and I felt a wave of panic as I realised the corridor was nearly empty. I closed my eyes and tried to visualise the image of the bustling canteen in my head. Had Alec been there? I couldn't be sure - mum was working extra shifts in order to earn Max a new pair of shoes (his toes were poking out the ends of the current pair), and so my hands had been full. Although, come to think of it, Alec hadn't been there yesterday, and I was almost certain I hadn't spotted his mane of brown hair.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying not to think about what might have happened to Alec. He must just be ill, I told myself unconvincingly, but a harsh whisper in the back of my mind told me I was wrong. Shaking my head -both at the voice and to clear my mind- I looked down to see my hands red raw from being twisted. It was a nervous habit I had developed after my father died. I would sit wringing my hands whilst my mother cried and sympathetic neighbours streamed in and out of the house offering small gifts. Even now, I could hear their hushed voices like the ebb and flow of the sea, their shoes clicking sharply on our kitchen floor...Wait. Shoes clicking on linoleum? That was not part of my memory. I edged closer to the corner and peeked round. I drew back quickly, breathing hard. Wardens. Fighting hard the urge to scream, I slipped quietly and quickly away from them in the opposite direction. Wardens were the people who guarded the SaBus. They were incredibly loyal to the Government, passing hard and swift judgment on anyone who dared break the law. Anyone who was, say, skipping chores for example. Cursing myself for staying so long, I knew there was only one place I could go: Alecs' office.

I arrived there, finally, after much looking over my shoulder and silently running. I approached the door, expecting and dreading, it to be locked. However, to my surprise it was ajar. Too relieved to fully understand the cause of this, I swiftly stepped inside and took a deep breath, relaxing. But, to my horror, my ordeal was not yet over. The wardens footsteps were coming closer - so close I could hear their cold, cruel voices. Panicking, I jumped into the wooden cupboard nearby, swinging the door shut behind me. I winced at the sharp bang of the door closing, however the two wardens -who had entered the room- didn't seem to notice. No, they were far more interested in the person they held between them, a person who was struggling against their iron grips. 

"Come on boy," one warden snarled, "We know you used this room." The boy just growled some incomprehensible words at them, obviously furious. The wardens just laughed and continued to goad him, but I strained closer, shoving my eye against the keyhole to see who this boy was.

Oh no. As I peered harder, an all too familiar figure appeared, one with unmistakably chestnut coloured hair. It was Alec.


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