The Lottery

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I was sifting through my old work, and found this, which I wrote when I was in 6th grade. It is based off of The Lottery, by Shirley Jackson, in Tessie Hutchinson's point of view.
*I'm keeping the same flaws that I made when I first wrote it. It's more genuine that way. :)
** Picture courtesy of Razriel from dA

Submitted: March 26, 2010

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The morning of June 27th dawned and I woke up with a sick and uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. The birds chirped, as the smell of lilies and blossoms blew into my room with a gentle, warm breeze. I looked out my room and saw the villagers assembling to the square for the lottery. I felt my stomach drop and my heart flutter, for I always had an awkward feeling when the lottery started, but never said anything about it. I saw the children pile stones into a corner of the square, and my stomach dropped even lower. I somehow didn't really like the lottery because I didn't appreciate the idea of the sacrifice. I thought, Maybe I can skip the lottery and find an excuse for it...

But, I knew I could not do such a thing, some people would come by and take me to the lottery anyway...

So, after a couple of minutes after the lottery had started, I ran to the square, panting, and smiling apologetically.

"Clean forgot what day it was," I said to Mrs. Delacroix, and we both laughed softly. Mrs. Delacroix was a close friend of mine, and I felt rather comfortable with her. I explained to her why I was late. I told her that I thought that my husband was outside cutting wood and doing farm work and the children were playing.

When I had seen my husband and children, I made my way towards them as people parted to let me through and I heard voices saying, "Bill, she made it after all." Ignoring the remarks, I finally reached my husband. Mr. Summers had been waiting patiently beside the old black box and said that he thought that he would've had to start without me. I retorted back, "Wouldn't have me leave m' dishes in the sink, now, would you, Joe?" and I heard soft laughter run throughout the crowd.

Mr. Summers started the lottery, but first made sure that everyone was there. Then, an abrupt silence fell over the crowd. Mr. Summers started the lottery by calling out the names of the heads of families. I felt myself get hot and scared. What if Bill did get picked?

He started calling out names. "Adams... Allen... Anderson... Bentham..." Mrs. Delacroix and Mr. Graves were talking about time going by too fast.

"Clark... Delacroix..." Mrs. Delacroix held her breath as her husband went forward. I didn't blame her; I was already scared that my husband might get picked.

"Dunbar... Graves..." By now, my heart was pounding so hard and fast that it hurt.

"Harburt... Hutchinson..."

"Get up there, Bill," I said, wanting my heart and stomach to settle down by laughing.

"Jones... Martin... Overdyke... Percy..."

"I wished they'd hurry up," Mrs. Dunbar said, and I realized that I suddenly felt the same way though couldn't explain why.

"Watson... Zanini..."


After that, there was an exceedingly long lull. It seemed that it was so silent that not even a soft inhalation of air was heart. Or at least, I couldn't hear anything...

Then, the women began to ask, "Who is it?" "Who's got it?" "Is it the Dunbars?" "Is it the Watsons?"

There must've been something wrong with my hearing, because I heard the voices say, "Hutchinson's got it." "Bill's got it."

I felt hot and angry. Why did it have to be my family? And then, I suddenly blurted out, "You didn't give him enough time to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!" I was practically screaming.

"Be a good sport, Tessie," I heard from my closest friend. I resisted the urge to glare at her... or maybe even slap her.

"All of us took the same chance," I heard Mr. Graves say.

But no, I didn't feel like having my family endangered.

"Shut up, Tessie," said Bill firmly. I glared back. "Shut up?" How disrespectful! Even to me, his wife!

Mr. Summers said that my daughters had to go first. "You know that as well as everyone else."

I didn't say anything. Of course I knew. The idiot.

The children went first. Then, it was my turn. My stomach flipped over. I glared at the box, then snatched a paper out, still heated from what had happened with Bill.

Everyone opened their papers. I practically just stared at the black spot on my paper. Oh God... Does it have to be me? Why, oh why me?

My husband held up the paper.

"All right, folks," I heard Mr. Summers say. "Let's finish this quickly."

Everyone in the village was slowly starting towards me, large and small stones in their hands.

"It isn't fair, it isn't right," I screamed, but they were on me already.


I passed out, and felt myself in a world of unbelievable peace and brightness. I felt as light as a feather...

If I was going to have another life, it'd better not be one with a stupid lottery in it!


Note: Whoa... O_O I used a lot of italics at the time... lol. And don't question me about the ending after Tessie died. I have no idea what I was thinking. Hope you enjoyed it, though! :D

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