It Isn't Fair - Courtney

It Isn’t Fair

Each year the town gathers in the square.

Every June 27^th they all gather together for the same reason.

The assembly.

The kids assemble first

The adults assemble last.

They all know why they’re here, but nobody wants to talk about it.

As each name is called a representative from each family approaches the box.

Takes a slip of paper.

Returns back to their spot.

There’s no sound.

Nobody stirs besides the ladies fanning themselves from the heat.

All the names are called.

There’s a panic to find out who it was.

Who got the paper with the charcoal dot.

“It isn’t fair!” She shouted as the crowd pushes her to the front.

No more words are heard as the people with stones surround her.

It isn’t fair.