The car drove toward The White House.
I was directed to the center of the lounge upon my arrival.
Three people were already waiting there.
"Have you guys been chosen, too?" I asked.
They were of different ages and skin colors but all nodded nevertheless.
Because the skies were off-limit, another car appeared six hours later, carrying four people.
All eight, old and young, were gathered.
No one told us what to do.
A government official closed the gates of The White House.
An African-American boy smiled. "It’s just the eight of us here now. Let’s introduce ourselves?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The boy licked his lip before starting, "I’m Franklin from Washington. I was stealing a car when I received the message. What luck!"
The boy nudged me a little after he finished.
