1 Chapter 1

If you were born a girl, you're out of luck. Just like me. Whether it's an exam or just another stupid lesson, no one knows.

Every one year, seven days a week, seven girls who have turned 18 are selected. The devil, as they called it, haunts us in dreams, but also outside them.

One dies every day, the last one who survives until the seventh night can continue to live. But most of the time, the girls kill themselves within a year.

My mom is very worried about me, I have reached 18 this year and it is very likely that it will be my turn.

„Lia, go help father apply the radish," my mother ordered, and I obeyed immediately.I live in a very poor village, when a person does not grow or educate himself, he has nothing.

„Lia, come on, take this and put it down," he handed me a hand saw.

My name is AnnaSalia, I was born as the fourth child. I have six siblings, unfortunately my two older sisters are already in heaven because of the devil. It is common in the village for one family to have eight children. Barely three children will survive.

As the day drew to a close, the mother added logs of wood to the kiln to burn longer in the kiln. My younger sister Sandra was sitting next to me.

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In the morning we quickly dressed for the church. Today is the day when the pastor prays for the souls of the girls who will be chosen tonight.

Every girl who has reached the age of 18 must wear a black dress and cover her face with a black snowdrift.

My mother was styling my hair and putting a cross in my hands, which I had to wrap around my arm. It was meant to help and protect us, but it didn't protect either.They all sat on the benches, only 17 girls kneeling in front of the pastor, who blessed us.

„May God accompany you, put a mint leaf under the spirit every night before going to bed and pray."

Well, of course, it will definitely help me.

They put kahanka with milk water in front of us.

„Have a drink, to whom the red one was chosen," said the pastor.

I looked at the girl on my right. She was shaken, I tried to be even.With firm will, I took the torch in my hands and closed my eyes. I drank that ugly water and put it back.

I stared intently at the glass of milk water.

Unfortunately, my premonition came true. My milk jug turned dark red. I bowed my head and pressed my lids tightly together to hold back the tears.

Some girls started crying and sobbing loudly.

„Those who have not been stained, stand up and go to your families. Those who are discolored, stay on your knees. "

I wanted to stand up, go to my mother, but I was hooked on the ground.

„You must have your face covered for seven days, the devil must not catch you ..."