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"Got the popcorn?"
"Yup."
"Shut up!"
Jayron and Amy looked up from where they had been sitting on the couch as Clarendi entered the room. "Sorry," Amy grumbled, rlling her eyes at Jay. He grinned back.
"Seriously, stop it! It's not funny!"
The two fell quiet as Claire flopped herself in a seat beside them. They all knew it was highly likely for Amy to be chosen. She had the kind parents, the younger brother with curly hair and the sister with dimples. And the fact they were loaded with money helped too.

They were sitting in Claire's sitting room, the television flicked onto channel three. Jayelle, Claire's younger sister, sat on her mother's knee, who was sitting on an armchair, patting her stomach. Her father stood behind the chair, and in the armchair across from them Amy's little two year old brother Shaun and seven year old sister Natasha had squeezed in. Her parents stood behind them, and Jay's father stood behind the couch where the threee best friends sat.

"Pass the popcorn," Claire grumbled, and Jay laughed as she took a handful out of the bag. She popped them into her mouth as the pictures flashed on screen. The images from Texas came first, as usual, and they waited for the images to appear, and their Fates to be decided.

The trio held their breath as the Texas contestants were chosen. The first image contained a girl with brown, wavy hair that fell just below her shoulder. Her eyes were a crystal blue, and she sat on a stool with a small smile on her face. Her outfit was a pair of ripped shorts and a billowy white top, with grey converse. Claire's eyes widened as the girl appeared on screen. That girl was her.

The room felt silent for a few seconds as the image changed, but no one really noticed. "It must be a mista-" Amy started, before being interrupted by the sound of the door being burst down. Four men walked in. "We'e here for Clarendi Cypress," the first man said, holding up his gun. Then the room erupted into chaos.
"No!" her mother screeched, leaping in front of Claire. The man shot her in an instant, yelling "Tranquilizer!" over Jayelle's wails to let them know it wouoldn't kill her. Her mother fell to the floor, and her faher ran ov to her. "Are you insane, she's pregnant!" he yelled, while Jayron attempted to wrestle the tranquilizer off the man. He was rewarded with a bullet in the foot.

"Jay!" Claire screamed, tears running down her face. She attempted to reah out for him, but was tugged away by the men. She was brought out into a van, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. Tears blurred her vision as she was dumped into the van and they drove away.