Graham was an intelligent, very charming and brilliant boy. He was such a pleasure to be around, an aura of happiness seemed to surround his every move. His parents, Stella and George, were both famous scientists. They were always ready to boast of his many outstanding achievements. Chess, piano and mathematics competitions always ended with the first trophy. Among all these activities, Graham loved mathematics. His perfect future was a job as a mathematician. His parents knew it, his teachers knew it, the job was practically meant for him.* * *I felt a hand rest on my shaking knee. He was my father. «Calm down. I have ties to the Founders. You know you can't lose." "It's nicknamed 'The Lotto' for a reason, Dad." George Spencer watched the draw with an uneasy look. I sighed softly and removed my father's hand from my knee. Connections with Founders, he says. He's just trying to make me feel better. I know that Founders and scientists have never really gotten along. There have been many stories about how to increase your odds in Mining. otherwise the Drawing would lose its purpose. I raise my head to see the large stage in front of me. Above is a banner reading “83rd annual drawing”. your mother and I from all this! » I sighed and turned to my father. A tall, thin boy looked up of a ghostly white as he climbed the chrome stairs. A slightly chubby man greeted him with a forced smile. Most likely a Founder. He motioned for the boy to press the large square button, which... in the center of the paper. Livingston brought me back to reality. My train of thought was lost and I continued the horribly boring process of picking potatoes. I continued to ponder in my daydreams when Graham Dystion's speech “To create a nation of equality, we must make the aspect of money and employment an equal opportunity for everyone to achieve.” It was the perfect speech. The perfect idea that came from the man I was named after all these years it continued to prosper under the power of the Founders. The Founders were absolutely honest in giving us this opportunity. A chance for everyone-“Honestly, Graham…” Instead of anger, disappointment rang in Henry's now tired voice. I groaned softly and continued picking up my row of rust-colored potatoes. I cursed my bad luck, but I knew it was right that I got this job. I took the same risk Tyler took. Right?