Random Scribblings 1- Population Regulation

So a few nights ago, I set a timer for ten minutes and just scribbled down whatever and it ended up pretty good if I do say so myself. I decided to start a series on here called Random Scribblings in case anyone is interested in reading my stuff. Okay, without further ado, here is the first random scribbling!

I stare at the sign, open mouthed in shock. Beside me, Anna shakes her head, and Thomas' eyes are glazed over. I re-read the notice and a wave of nausea rolls over me.

All firstborn children shall hereby be executed.

Me. That stupid notice applies to me, since I'm the oldest of three. Out of all my friends, I'm the only firstborn. The words hit me like a bunch of bricks; that's it, I'm going to be executed. 

Suddenly, I realize that I don't want to die. I never got to go to college, get married, or anything of the sort. I'm only fifteen! Fifteen for God's sake. I'm going to be killed, all because of some stinking population regulation thing placed by the government. 

Suddenly, I'm filled with a feeling of defiance. I don't want to die, so I won't. I won't. 

Oooookay. So that was short and everything but I literally scribbled it down in ten minutes, so...