Ceremony of 12-Daniel Gordon

I sat there, in the organized seats right before the stage gulping down the fear that was forming inside me. It was finally here. I was number seven so I would be the seventh person of the twelves to get their assignment. I glanced around and saw mother me father sitting side by side in the audience looking happily at me. I waved and they waved back reassuringly. I breathed heavily and looked back to the stage where the elders were all waiting for everything be ready. I cocked my head to the left to where number six sat. His name was Lukas. He was a nice but sly boy who would always secretly break minor rules. Like take home a small bit of food. When he  got caught he sincerely apologized and all of the elders loved him for it. On my right was a grim girl named Molly. She was always serious and following the rules. Molly was always the one to ask if anything was alright with the elders. Once we were all settled in, the chief elder stepped up to the podium.  I sat up straight in my seat. The elder lady started the ceremony with a long speech about responsibility in adulthood and the  preparation of being in the community. She moved on and cleared her throat. The Ceremony of 12 had begun.