The Drawing

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Graham was a smart boy, very charming and bright. Such a pleasure to be around, an aura of happiness seemed to surround his every move. His parents, Stella and George, were both well known scientists. They were always quick to brag about his many, outstanding achievements. Chess, piano, and math competitions always resulted in a first place trophy. Out of all these these activities, Graham loved math. His perfect future consisted of a job as a mathematician. His parents knew, his teachers knew, that job was practically meant for him. * * * I felt a hand rest on my shaking knee. It was my father. “Calm down. I have connections with the Founders. You know you can’t lose.” “It’s nicknamed ‘The Lotto’ for a reason, dad.” George Spencer looked up at the Drawing stage with an uneasy gaze. I sighed softly and prodded my father’s hand off my knee. Connections with the Founders, he says. He’s just trying to make me feel better. I know the Founders and scientists have never really gotten along. There have been plenty of stories about increasing your odds in the Drawing. It’s a rumor, It has to be, or else the Drawing would lose it’s purpose. I lift my head up to view the large stage ahead of me. A banner reads “83rd Annual Drawing” across the top of it. “It’s not all that bad. Look at the jobs me and your mother got out of this!” I sighed and turned away from my father. A pitiful attempt at cheering me up. I knew what was at stake here, and I prayed that I wouldn’t be the one unlucky one. “Kinny Martin.” A tall, slim guy stood up. His face was ghostly white as he walked up the chrome stairs. A slightly chubby man greeted him with a forced smile. Most likely a Founder. He motioned for the guy to press the large, square button, wh... ... middle of paper ... ...Livingston snapped me back to reality. My train of thought was lost and I continued the horribly tedious process of picking potatoes. I continued to ponder in my daydreams when Graham Dystion’s speech came to mind. “In order to create a nation of equality, we must make the aspect of money and occupation an equal chance for all to achieve.” It was the perfect speech. The perfect idea that blossomed from the man whom I was named after. Even after all these years, it continued to prosper under the power of the Founders. The Founders were completely fair to give us this chance. A chance for everyone- “Honestly, Graham..” Instead of anger, disappointment sounded from Henry’s now weary voice. I groaned softly and kept on picking my row of russet potatoes. I cursed my bad luck, but knew that it was only fair I got this job. I took the same chance that Tyler took. Right?

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