We walked silently. We were all terrified.
"Time for all you health check ups so none of you get sick on us we need as many of you as we can get to fight in the oger war."
"The oger war? What's that?" I thought.
Children waled at the sight of needles.
I walked over to the first station. I was first. They listen to my heart and did all the normal check up things. At the second station they grabbed my arm. The needle was almost two inches long. They stabbed it into my arm almost in my arm pit. I wasn't ready for it and I screamed an tears ran down my face.
Dillon tried to get to me, but when he did they grabbed him and put him next in line.
I went and sat on Dillon and my bed. When Dillon was done he ran over.
"Dillon you shouldn't have ran to me now your going to be whipped." the tears started to flow from my face all over again.
He pulled me close and said "Everything will turn out all right, if we have a little hope and faith."
