I live in a place with many others. The house is divided into levels and we each have our own section in which we stay at all times. But every so often, someone, usually from the top level, is taken away. They never return.
My best friend is my next-door neighbor, his name is Jack. We live on the third level of the house, the highest level which still has people. Everyone from higher levels have been taken away.
"I wonder what's out there that makes them not want to come back," I said to Jack.
"Yeah, me two, it must be wonderful," Jack replied, " I can't wait to go!"
"I don't know if I'm as excited as you Jack. What if it's not as great as you expect?"
"Well, I dunno, but I guess we're going to find out pretty soon, we could be next."
I was confused and scared and very afraid of what was going to happen to me.
Suddenly the roof of the house opened. I was grabbed by a giant claw like thing and taken away from my best friend and out of my house. I looked down to see that I was pretty high up. Beneath me was a round thing not much bigger then me, but about double my size in depth. I was let go. I began to fall. I hit the bottom of the deep round object with a crash.
I lay there cold, scared and very lonely. I miss my house, I miss my housemates but most of all I miss my best friend Jack. I had nobody to talk to. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. The giant claw thing came back, this time holding a large container. It tilted and out came a...