Everyone was lined up, as if in an army. Their outfits were all the same, and they all had the same worried look on their face. Who was going to be chosen? As I heard my name being called out, my stomach dropped. I broke a sweat, and my eyes started stinging. Every year, one student was chosen to be taken to the science lab and be used for experiments. Most of which resulted in death. I took the paper, and as I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face. I was going home. I wasn’t being tested. Confused murmurs arose as I was escorted out the door. I was going home. I smiled to myself. This was it.