Today was the day I was going to die, it seemed like everyone in the ball room knew it too. I had been born into slavery.

I could remember the last day I was ever happy, I was only five,playing in a field of dandelions when the people took my parents away and I was put into young forced Labor day after day somewhere far far away.

“Get me some food!” My owner barks, “hey slave girl.” The boy smirks high fiving his goons.

Yet even though I always tried my best there was always one mistake I made, it was like I was never going to be good enough. It was sad of course, I remember those days crying in the barn and only the horses had the decency to comfort me.

It’s been ten years now since that time, I wished someone out there at least one person would be there for me.

But here I am with my tenth master at the ball waiting for my death. I gave up on trying to dance and enjoy my last minutes alive.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a girl probably around my age wearing a ragged torn brown dress and could see the desperation in her eyes. She had blonde hair with pale skin and dark circles under her eyes. She made me look like I had it WAY better.

My palms were getting sweatier by the minuted. “Tick Tock Tick Tock.” The clock ticked as my death creeps closer and closer.

By ten minutes before midnight the whispers of the “slave girl” who was going to die were going around lighting fast.

But my eyes always traveled to a particular area where dried blood laid and a executioners axe right in the middle.

It’s always given me shivers. This was now my tenth ball soon to be my least favorite.

The king then clinked his glass cup and everyone immediately quieted down.

“TODAY IS THE DAY WE WILL SACRIFICE ANOTHER PERSON IN HONOR OF THE DEMONS!” The king shouted Across the room.

“AND THR SACRIFICE IS……..SELENE NAVINI PIERSON!” Even though I knew it was coming the blood still drained from my face, I felt like I was slowly becoming a ghost as I kept getting paler as the more the gaurds shoved me towards the chopper.