Chapter 1
Skyla's POV
It was my school's turn.
My name is Skyla Alexander and I'm 14 years old in Year 10. I have brown hair and brown eyes.
Every year the government chooses one school to participate in the CPC Project. This year, it's my school. Four children from each year, and one child from each form (there are four forms in each year), is chosen. The form tutor is told which gender their participant will be.
The government only chooses the smartest schools to participate, so it's a honour to be the chosen school.
As I walked towards my form room after lunch, I felt very nervous. What if it's me? I thought. I reached the doorway and walked through.
My classmates were looking at me and whispering. This wasn't good. My tutor cleared her throat and said, "Skyla, you are late but that doesn't matter now. Go down to the main reception. You have been chosen."
"I'm sorry. I've been chosen? There must be a mistake, right?" I asked nervously. I was trembling, shaking. I've been chosen.
"I'm sorry, Skyla, but there has been no mistake. Now, please go to the main reception," repeated Miss Hawkins. I nodded and turned around, I walked down the hallway.
When I reached the main reception, I noticed that I was the last one to arrive.
"Aah. Finally, Miss Alexander. Come take a seat," said a man. He was a bit familiar... I sat down on one of the chairs. The other three students from my year were Lilly Lewis, Zack Dean and Theo Fletcher.
"There really isn't a point to sit. We are going now," said Lilly, loud enough for me to hear. The man stood from his seat and gestured for us to follow him. He lead us out of the school building and into a van.
"For safety precautions, for the CPC Project and just for safety, we will put this on your wrists," said the man. He nodded to the guards behind him. The guards were armed with guns. I gulped.
As they put on the metal bands on our wrists, I noticed that my name was on it.
"I got two questions," I said.
"Go ahead."
"First, who are you?" I asked.
The man looked a bit shocked.
"I am David Brown, but call me Mr Brown. What's the next question?"
That's why he's familiar. He works with the government to host the CPC Project.
I point at the metal band, "It has my name on it. Why does it have my name on it?"
"So the Hunters know whose who," said Mr Brown. I shivered. Hunters. Just the thought of going to be hunted...
The van stopped.
