Page 8 of The Stolen Tribute
“Pray that you got in too,” I said.
“Australia hasn’t released their Tribute’s info yet,” Sue said. “Normally, it’s private.”
“Well, I guess I’m special because my file was corrupted, and they lost my name,” I said with a shrug. “But I’d bet they have someone at my door in a few minutes. Maybe less. Everyone at work saw the news. I can’t hide from this unless you want to help me fake my death really fast.”
Sue laughed. “Well, that’s what you get for trying to prank the system,” She said.
I sighed. “It really was a joke. Something to share on Twitter, y’ know?”
Sue made that motherly, I-told-you-so noise that she was so good at. “Kylie,” She said with a sigh.
I knew there was no way out of this. I’d read the fine print. But statistics had been on my side. Maybe this was all a dream, and I’d wake up. Or maybe I had a secret double that I didn’t know about. There was no way that I was the Tribute.
“Oh god, what am I going to do?” Dread started to settle in.
“Just keep your fingers crossed that we can go together, ok?” Sue laughed. “I’m way better looking than you anyways, girl.”
I laughed. “Oh gosh, you don’t need to tell me that. I’m hoping this whole thing was an AI mix up, and they got the wrong girl.”
Suddenly someone knocked at my door.
“Kylie Brown, open up! This is the American Zexian Tribute Society. We’d like a word with you.”
“Ah, fuck,” I sighed.
