Preface
A girl with amnesia.
A guy who hates people.
A girl with no arms or legs.
A guy who is constantly buried in books.
A vegan knife collector.
A guy eight feet tall.
A mute.
An ax murderer.
An orphan who has nearly been killed seven times.
A jerk with an ego problem.
A girl who is pregnant.
A former cannibal.
A model.
A genius.
All confined to a bomb shelter for one year.
Chapter 1
Fourteen teens can gain the opportunity to spend a year in a bomb shelter. If you successfully stay there you can win one million dollars.
For ages 13 through 19.
Fill out application below and mail by September 1.
Thousands, surprisingly enough, decided to be crazy and sign up for this contest. Applications flooded offices and it took two months for all of them to be read.
Finally, a letter was sent out on December 9, 2011, to each of the 14 teenagers.
Dear Lucky Winner:
You have been selected to participate in our contest. On January 1, you will report to the Lincoln Airport in Nebraska. From there you will be flown to the bomb shelter.
Here is a list of items you are to bring. You may not bring anything besides these things. Please note there will not be internet connection or a way to use any kind of a phone. That said, you cannot bring anything else that is electronic.
You may bring the following items:
· Enough clothing to last one month and only one month
· Toothbrush
· Four tubes of toothpaste
· Hairbrush/comb
· Twelve bars of soap
· Winter coat
· Sweater
· Winter boots
· Tennis shoes
· Six bottles shampoo
· Six bottles conditioner
· One item of your choice
Note that if you die or kill someone you will be disqualified, and if you leave a mark on someone $10,000 will be deducted from your sum of money.
Thank you for participating.
Signed,
Idiotic and Crazy Contests Corp
And then, a day later, another letter arrived at the houses.
Here is $100,000. You can spend it how you’d like. It is for participating in this contest. It should also cover the funeral costs, if you are to die.
Best of luck.
Signed,
Idiotic and Crazy Contest Corp
Chapter 2
MEGGY (THE GIRL WITH AMNESIA)
January 1, 2012
“I’ll be fine, Margaret,” I say.
“I know…” she sighs, brushing her lips across my forehead, feather-like.
I tense. I know she’s supposedly my mom, but I can’t remember her. And she’s been really nice, but still…
“Bye,” she whispers. “I love you Meggy.”
I nod, unable to do anything but that. And then I head off, leaving her behind.
“So you are… Meggy?” the lady I’m sitting with looks up from a clipboard.
I nod.
“Suffering from amnesia…” she looks up again.
I offer another nod.
“Okay, well then. I’ll show you to the bomb shelter and… you can get settled. It’s late… 10:00... So just go right to bed, no exploring today, ‘kay?”
I nod.
When I arrive at the bomb shelter, I simply collapse on a bed as I was told to do and I sleep.
