<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #00FF00">Micheal Merton</span></div><br/>"Reaping Day"The day every Orphan above the age of 17 dreaded.<br/>Ever since Micheal had arrived at the River Street Orphanage six years ago he had seen countless people chosen to be exiled, most did the smart thing and just left the orphanage all together, but some others chose to stay and try to hide in they're rooms. A very bad idea that just makes it easier on the honor guards.<br/>On reaping day, at the River Sreet Orphanage Most orphans above the age of 17 would go down stairs to watch the broadcast in the Entertainment room, a room painted white with board games three recliners and one telavision, But Micheal wasn't most orphans. He had "Better things to do." That beeing of course spending the time of the broadcast in his room with chips, a case of soda, and a " Lost Man" comic book.<br/><div style="text-align: center;">5:00 p.m, Micheal's digital watch read.</div><br/>" It's time" Micheal mumbled under his breath as he turned to the first page of his comic book. Over te next hour or so he<span style="font-style: italic">Knew</span>he'd here people being crying, and yelling, and everything else someone did when they'd gotten chosen for exile. So he was prepared. He'd gotten ear plugs so he wouldn't have to hear all the crying and weeping, he'd re-stocked on soda and snacks so he wouldn't need to get some from downstairs. Of course he knew he might get picked, but he really didn't care. Ever since he arrived six years ago he'd been picked on. He never really got close to anyone so he never really cared if someone got exiled, and if he got exiled ...... he guessed no one would care either. so did that mean no one cared wether he was alive or dead? Micheal didn't delve to much into that thought. it's best he didn't think of it in that way.<br/>As he'd like to put it " people come and go from this city, it's much better if they were people you didn't know", and that's the way it was. he didn't know anyone well so he didn't care if they left. As micheal read his comic book he could imagine all the people crying down stairs. He suddenly felt guilty, guilty that he really didn't Know anyone here, that he really didn't<span style="font-style: italic">care</span>about anyone and that no one<span style="font-style: italic">cared</span>about him. He decided that he would go down stairs and comfort whoever he can.<br/>After he finished another three issues of " The Lost Man".<br/>After a half an hour past he finished the three issues and pulled the ear plugs from his ears. He got up from his bed and as he set his comick book down he saw a note under his door from the corner of his eye. He walked over to his door and picked up the note. It read -<br/>Micheal,<br/>We couldn't reach you and you wouldn't answer your door,<br/>you've been chosen for exile collect you'r things and -<br/>Micheal couldn't read anymore, he felt his heart sink to his stomach and a mixture of shame, frustration, and anger.