The next day came and the representatives from Pulchra came back. I knew it, I knew they would come back. I hope I get chosen this time. Please let me get chosen. The representatives walked around district 8 again.
Just like yesterday we all gathered in the center if district 8. The little girl wasn't with the representatives. Probably out living her best life in Pulchra. Then the representatives chose again and yet again it wasn't me. The person they chose this time was my … friend?
Well, we are not really friends, but we hang out all the time, his name is Joy. Despite what you might think based on his name, he is not a joy. He is quite insane. He is always coming up with theories about Pulchra and how its not real, or how its not actually a paradise.
He is suspicious of the representatives and how everyone who leaves to go to Pulchra never come back. But I mean would you come back. If you went to a paradise, a utopia where you will never starve again. Would you come back to this hell. When I said this, he was speechless, which is rare for him. He is always talking about his theories, but only to me.
Everyone else believes that Pulchra is some type of Heaven and that the representatives are some kind of angel. And only those who are worthy get to go to this Heaven. If Joy were to spread around his blasphemous rants to anybody, they might beat him to death and eat him for dinner.
I don't believe anything he says though. I mean sometimes I think he has a point, but only sometimes. Those thoughts leave as soon as they come. It's quite ironic to think someone who doesn't believe in a place gets to go to that place. Now he will finally get the answers he has been searching for.
I am so jealous. So jealous that it hurts. I wouldn't be surprised if my insides had turned green from all my envy. In all honesty, I wanted to kill Joy in that moment. He doesn't deserve to go. But didn't, all I did was congratulate him and the representatives took him to Pulchra.
I went home to sit down and think. What am I going to do, how do I get out of here. I sat and I thought, and I thought, and I thought, but nothing came up, nothing came to mind. I left my home and went to the beach to think. The sand at the beach is so smooth. It feels so nice on bare skin.
Nobody else really comes to the beach because the water is salty and slightly acidic. If someone stays in the water long enough their skin begins to melt off. Its not a very pretty sight. I look at the ocean and remembered this book that I read a long time ago about this thing called a boat. It can float on water.
If I made a boat, then could I float out of here. Could I float to Pulchra? I just need to learn how to make a boat.