Post by cuppy on Jan 20, 2011 18:54:48 GMT -5
Before you read my story, I want to explain a few things. I know at first this story will be confusing but everything will be explained soon. (Most likely in my next update.) If you have questions after that I will answer them, of course.
Also, my main character's name is... different. 'Febe' is really 'Phoebe', but is spelled differently for... reasons explained later. ^_^;
I hope you enjoy my first story. Criticism is welcome. <3 Just don't be to mean. Dx
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"OK, all newer cabin members, come to the front NOW... and hurry up! Idiotic kids, I swear if any of you cause me trouble..."
I continued staring at the wall. Why was I doing this? Because it wasn't paying attention to our moron cabin leader, WhatsHisFace. If he honestly thinks he can tell me what to do...
I felt someone tug at my sleeve. I look over and see my friend, Walter with his red, tangled, hair in his face and the remains of our last meal around his mouth. This kid was a mess...
"Febe..." he said, looking worried, "we have to go to the front now." Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Walter. Unlike me, he didn't find anything amusing about angering WhatsHisFace, and was actually quite scared of him. I sigh and grab his hand, leading him to the where our fellow six year old cabin members stood, "Fine, I guess I'll bother him some other time... but do us all a favor and clean that stuff off your face! Are you saving it for later or something?" He had a stupid grin on his face, probably because I actually listened to him this time.
Walter and I were a strange group of friends. I remember when we first met. It was the day we were assigned to our cabins. Cabin number 5... all boys and one girl. Seriously, what were the idiots who organized it thinking? 'Febe' the boy? Usually cabins only had one gender to each, but that's beside the point. Anyway, our friendship started like most six year old friendships start. I gave him part of my meal and we were buds. That's also the day my constant battle with WhatsHisFace started, but that's a different story.
Our leader presented us with a list. "Now NONE of you are to touch this. It's written with and on VERY rare material. I'm surprised they'd even allow you snotty kids near it." It looked like the stuff we used for our talking lessons. Only our teachers were allowed to hold it. "This is a list of jobs. Each one of you will be picked to do the job we think you'd be best in..." I scanned the list while WhatsHisFace continued to talk. I recognized most of the jobs, although none of them seemed appealing. Fisherman, no. Teacher, no. Birthgiver??? Absolutely not! The name itself made the job sound undesirable, but the worst part was that almost every female was chosen for it. It was rare if a female got any other job. I continued down the list, until I came to an unknown word. I tried sounding it out. T... T... there was and 'h' after that. Were those letters even supposed to go together?!
I interrupted WhatsHisFace by shouting, "What's that?!" I pointed to the word while trying not to touch the material.
"Ah, yes. This is a new job. The one who possesses it now is getting too old for it. They're called the, 'Thief'."
"Well what does the thief person do?" someone called out.
"Well, they supply us with all these rare and important things we use, like what I'm holding right now. It's one of the most honorable jobs we have, other then our royalty, of course. It's also one of the most dangerous, which is why only one person has it. I can't explain exactly what the thief does, but..."
He was interrupted by the whole group shouting out that they wanted the job. His normal, ugly scowl appeared across his face, "Psh, like any of YOU would get it. It takes years to pick out who will be the next thief. I highly doubt any of you are capable of it, and they usually choose from someone that is older and already has a job. You can already take that idea out of your minds."
I dragged Walter back to where we were before. "So what job do you want? I personally think it would be cool to be a teacher, so I can boss around little ki-"
"I want to be the thief."
Walter's eyes widened, "Bu- but why? I mean... it sounds kinda scary..."
"You don't even know what he does!"
"But the leader said it was danger-"
"Psh," I rolled my eyes."he just thinks it's dangerous because he's scared of his own shadow. Or he's mad because he got chosen for a stupid job." WhatsHisFace was training to be a fisherman.
"But Febe..."
This job was perfect for me! If it really was as dangerous as he made it out to be, it had to be exciting. And it was honorable, so you probably got a lot out of it. One of the nicer rooms, nicer meals, etc, etc. I'd be much higher in our society. I could shove all the nice things I had in WhatsHisFace's... face. And most importantly I wouldn't have to be a BIRTHGIVER. I would spend all my time, until the age of fifteen, trying to get this job. And I will tell you right now that I WILL get it.
Also, my main character's name is... different. 'Febe' is really 'Phoebe', but is spelled differently for... reasons explained later. ^_^;
I hope you enjoy my first story. Criticism is welcome. <3 Just don't be to mean. Dx
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"OK, all newer cabin members, come to the front NOW... and hurry up! Idiotic kids, I swear if any of you cause me trouble..."
I continued staring at the wall. Why was I doing this? Because it wasn't paying attention to our moron cabin leader, WhatsHisFace. If he honestly thinks he can tell me what to do...
I felt someone tug at my sleeve. I look over and see my friend, Walter with his red, tangled, hair in his face and the remains of our last meal around his mouth. This kid was a mess...
"Febe..." he said, looking worried, "we have to go to the front now." Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Walter. Unlike me, he didn't find anything amusing about angering WhatsHisFace, and was actually quite scared of him. I sigh and grab his hand, leading him to the where our fellow six year old cabin members stood, "Fine, I guess I'll bother him some other time... but do us all a favor and clean that stuff off your face! Are you saving it for later or something?" He had a stupid grin on his face, probably because I actually listened to him this time.
Walter and I were a strange group of friends. I remember when we first met. It was the day we were assigned to our cabins. Cabin number 5... all boys and one girl. Seriously, what were the idiots who organized it thinking? 'Febe' the boy? Usually cabins only had one gender to each, but that's beside the point. Anyway, our friendship started like most six year old friendships start. I gave him part of my meal and we were buds. That's also the day my constant battle with WhatsHisFace started, but that's a different story.
Our leader presented us with a list. "Now NONE of you are to touch this. It's written with and on VERY rare material. I'm surprised they'd even allow you snotty kids near it." It looked like the stuff we used for our talking lessons. Only our teachers were allowed to hold it. "This is a list of jobs. Each one of you will be picked to do the job we think you'd be best in..." I scanned the list while WhatsHisFace continued to talk. I recognized most of the jobs, although none of them seemed appealing. Fisherman, no. Teacher, no. Birthgiver??? Absolutely not! The name itself made the job sound undesirable, but the worst part was that almost every female was chosen for it. It was rare if a female got any other job. I continued down the list, until I came to an unknown word. I tried sounding it out. T... T... there was and 'h' after that. Were those letters even supposed to go together?!
I interrupted WhatsHisFace by shouting, "What's that?!" I pointed to the word while trying not to touch the material.
"Ah, yes. This is a new job. The one who possesses it now is getting too old for it. They're called the, 'Thief'."
"Well what does the thief person do?" someone called out.
"Well, they supply us with all these rare and important things we use, like what I'm holding right now. It's one of the most honorable jobs we have, other then our royalty, of course. It's also one of the most dangerous, which is why only one person has it. I can't explain exactly what the thief does, but..."
He was interrupted by the whole group shouting out that they wanted the job. His normal, ugly scowl appeared across his face, "Psh, like any of YOU would get it. It takes years to pick out who will be the next thief. I highly doubt any of you are capable of it, and they usually choose from someone that is older and already has a job. You can already take that idea out of your minds."
I dragged Walter back to where we were before. "So what job do you want? I personally think it would be cool to be a teacher, so I can boss around little ki-"
"I want to be the thief."
Walter's eyes widened, "Bu- but why? I mean... it sounds kinda scary..."
"You don't even know what he does!"
"But the leader said it was danger-"
"Psh," I rolled my eyes."he just thinks it's dangerous because he's scared of his own shadow. Or he's mad because he got chosen for a stupid job." WhatsHisFace was training to be a fisherman.
"But Febe..."
This job was perfect for me! If it really was as dangerous as he made it out to be, it had to be exciting. And it was honorable, so you probably got a lot out of it. One of the nicer rooms, nicer meals, etc, etc. I'd be much higher in our society. I could shove all the nice things I had in WhatsHisFace's... face. And most importantly I wouldn't have to be a BIRTHGIVER. I would spend all my time, until the age of fifteen, trying to get this job. And I will tell you right now that I WILL get it.