Seasons change

Chapter 3

"Let's begin shall we?" The first thinker says. Then they start the names. I hear a few of my peers' names called, and I also see a lot of people and possibly parents crying. Maybe they are in a different season as their child. Maybe that could happen to me. The thought stabs my brain causing excruciating emotional pain. Then I hear Chrissane's name called. She stands up straight as she walks toward the stage. She doesn't look nervous at all, but I can tell she is. It's weird that you can take one look at a person, thinking they are so kept together, so strong, so in breakable, but you can still see their emotions as if they were written in bright bold letters across their forehead. She never told me what season she wanted, but whatever it is, I hope she gets it. I hope she gets the same season as me. She opens the palms of the thinker's hand and beams. "What is it?" I whisper to Spade. He does not answer. Maybe he is nervous too. Chrissane holds up a giant piece of ice. She is winter. I could tell that is what she wanted. She seemed happy. I waited and waited and waited wandering if I would ever be called, if I even had a season. "Spade Bulkin" a thinker with blonde hair says. Spade releases my hand as he looks forward at the stage, his eyes welling with tears. I have never seen him cry before. It was strange. I felt sad to see him like this. I waited for him to open the thinker's hands. My heart was beating fast. I was so scared for him. When he opened the hands I clamped my hands to my mouth. His expression was blank as he pulled out a bee wing. He was spring. I was in shock. That is his least favorite season. He started walking back to me with his arms open. At his point he was crying. "We aren't allowed to show affection." He said. "I haven't been called yet." I whispered. I never wanted to let him go. Then was my name. "Creccia Narmer" I froze. I completely froze. I was in shock. "Creccia Narmer?" The thinker repeated as if he was waiting for me. And he was. "That's you." Spade said crying. "I know." I whispered in his ear." "I love you Creccia." He says as I walk away, but I didn't respond. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. I was so scared. This was it. This was the biggest moment of my life. And it was happening now. Me, Creccia Narmer, a seventeen year old female girl, was about to start the first day of the rest of her life. I stopped when I reached the thinker. It was a girl. She gave me a look as if to say she's sorry. I smiled at her for a quick second. I could feel the eyes on me. Everyone was watching me. I was the last one. This was it. I reached my hands to open the hands of the thinker. My shaking hands were uncontrolled. I slowly opened the palm. Everyone gasped. I was in shock as I looked into the hands of the tall femal thinker. There was nothing there.