The Luna Choosing Game

One of the soldiers dragged Boss out into the dining room. He was whimpering, begging them to let him go.

“I didn’t know. How would I have known?”

In the center of the dining room, the soldier dropped his hold on Boss and he crumpled onto the floor.

My attention flicked up to the television screens, which showed a replay of the selection process, displaying names, one after the next.

The 25(th) and final name was my own.

I didn’t understand. I never sent in an application.

“I had no idea she might be a future Luna,” Boss said, clutching his head. “If I’d known, I never would have –”

“For this slight against the royal family, this establishment will be shut down until further notice,” the head soldier said, cutting Boss off. Then the guard looked at me. “Some of us will escort you home, miss, so that you can gather your personal belongings.”

“How long will I be staying?” I asked. I felt like I was in some sort of dream. Any moment I’d wake up and be in that kitchen.

I never wanted to step foot inside of there again.

The soldier gave me a quizzical look. “Everything should have been made clear on your application.”

The application. Right. The one I hadn’t sent in.

I didn’t want to ask any more questions and risk drawing unwanted attention to myself, so I nodded. “Of course.”

A handful of soldiers near the entrance beckoned me to them. I followed them and they drove me to my apartment. When we arrived, I asked them to wait outside.

They complied, though one stationed himself right outside the door. “To help with luggage,” he explained.

I wasn’t used to that kind of care, so I looked at him strangely for a moment. He maintained a military stance, not seeming to mind my stare.

This was all too weird.

I opened my apartment door and walked inside. Anna excitedly met me just inside the door. Elva, not quite as excited, was still on the couch, playing with her dolls.

“Hi, Mommy.”

I called to her before looking at Anna, who seemed ready to bounce straight out of her

were chosen! Can you believe

from the front door. Yet even away from it, I still kept my voice soft so the soldier

Anna quickly glanced away.

“Anna.”

I sent in an application on

“Anna!” I whisper-yelled.

and certainly not in that job with

believe this. What am I supposed

She held hands out, palms up. “You

I go there, I’m going to be humiliated. I don’t fit the criteria, Anna. I

the harm in trying, Piper? If you go and they disqualify you, you come back here and nothing

“That will never happen.”

you can get a free vacation to the Capital. Elva’s never seen it.” Anna kneeled down, claiming Elva’s attention. “Wouldn’t you like to see the

Luna had a pretty

has a lot of pretty dresses,” Anna said. “And so do a lot of the

“Really?” When Anna nodded, Elva turned her doe eyes up to me. “Can I see

Anna.

said. “We can

cheered, I gave Anna a

just smiled. “You’ll thank

mistake. I couldn’t say that, of course. To dispute the judgement of the

into the palace to see the dresses, and then politely withdraw from the

pulling into a long circular entryway. Carrying Elva, I followed the

guard again. He seemed less surprised this time. At the door, he whispered, “Good luck,

Elva into the nicest outfits we had brought. We matched in simple sundresses. I brushed Elva’s hair up into curly pigtails. I kept my own down,

parlor, where many beautiful women had begun to gather. Their dresses were

dress, and then the next, like she didn’t know what

table of mimosas and parfaits. I ushered Elva over there and handed her a parfait and a spoon.

us were earning simply by being present. One woman looked at my dressed with a disgusted sort

struck me and