PRIDE YOUR IGNORANCE ( THE PROMISED NEVERLAND )

Prologue: Beginning

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[First Name] watched from a window as her little siblings played, a face of what seemed like disgust on the six-year-old girl. She didn't like the presence of her siblings-- she enjoyed isolation and they ruined that. 

Wait, where is Mama? She thought to herself, pulling her transmitter out of her skirt pocket, looking for the red dot that signalled the transmitter's location, only to see three little green dots by the gate. She sighed, leaving the house, jogging down to the gate.

"Emma, Norman, Ray." She called, standing behind them, making them jump. "Why are you down here? You know you're not allowed by the gate. It's dangerous." She looked down at them with hidden resentment, her hands clasped behind her back. She really did not want to deal with the younger children today, even if they weren't much younger than her.

"Get back to the house. Now." [First Name] sighed, turning around and jogging back up the hill, ignoring the eyes on her. Pulling the transmitter back out of her pocket, she saw Mama's red dot right outside the house. She ran up to her, nestling into her side.

"Norman, Emma and Ray were at the gate." She whispered, leaning into the hand on her head.

"Oh?" Isabella asked, an eyebrow raised. "And what did you do?"

"I told them to get back up the hill. There they are now." She pointed towards the three toddlers walking back up the hill, rubbing her arms as a cold draft of wind hit them.

"Good girl." Isabella smiled, kissing her daughter's forehead. 

Her little assistant never fails her.

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[First Name] was patrolling the forest on Mama's orders, making sure no one was getting near the fence when she heard a rustle behind her. She sighed, pulling the transmitter from her pocket, opening it to see three little dots coming towards her. She rolled her eyes, closing the transmitter and shoving it back into her skirt pocket before turning around with a flat face.

Emma ran up to her, tugging on her skirt, Norman and Ray not too far behind her.

"[Nickname]! [Nickname]! Can you play with us? Please?" The ginger pleaded, looking up at her older sister with big puppy dog eyes.

"No, Emma. I have chores to do." [First Name] said, purposely putting up a rude front. "Play without me, okay? And please, Emma, stop calling me [Nickname]." 

"But you've never played with us, [Nickname]!"

"I am aware, but I have chores to do." She walked around Emma, cutting through Ray and Norman, walking back down the path, rolling her eyes when she heard Ray speak.

"She's just mean, Emma. She's always been mean to us. She's not a very good person, I think."

They could agree on that, of course. [First Name] truly wasn't a good person. She was rude to the younger children, she snitched on the older children, she eavesdropped for Mama-- but however true it may be, she doesn't quite enjoy being trash-talked. Guess she'd tell Mama that her little spy was badmouthing her later, then. See what happens. [First Name] smiled at the thought. Yes, not a very good person indeed.

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hello. this is just the prologue, so that's why it's so short, don't worry. chapters after this will follow the plotline and will be 1500-4000 words, depending on how well i can write at the time. [first name] is kind of an antag in a protag, but not actually. she gets better over time, i swear. thank you for reading and your support. i appreciate it.