Seasons change

Chapter 6

"You have to get out of here." I said finally no longer smiling. "I know." Spade said. He kissed me again. "Okay enough." I said giggling. I watched him as he walked out of the big iron doors. "Friend of yours?" I jumped as I turned around in surprise. There was a thinker standing at the corner of the room. "Where did you come from?" I asked discusted. I was no longer afraid of the thinkers. To me, they were only people in the society who ensured that everything was going as it should. They shouldn't be the one to come up with rules. "I am Mr. Bales. I was called here to address something that had happened a few hours ago. You must be Creccia Narmer. I am Mr. Bales." He reached out to shake my hand, but I refused. "Yeah I know you told me. Why are you here? What are going to do to me?" I asked. I then realized my question seemed like I was afraid, which I wasn't, so I tried to make myself sound like I was brave, which I was. "I asked you a question." I crossed my arms. Better. "I already told you, I am here to address the scene you made a few hours ago." I don't say anything. "Have a seat then." He said. " I am sitting." I was not interested in small talk right now. I just wanted to get out of here and find out what the heck I am going to do about my seasons. I also just want to be with Spade right now. He's the only comfort I feel like I have, other than my parents, but they would be too mad. "Okay then," Mr. Bales continued. "I have heard that you made quite a scene back in the ceremony room." No comment. "Well I think the most logical reasoning for this matter is to give you a warning. It is not usual for us to do this, but in this case, it is your assigning ceremony, and you are only seventeen, so we can't just kill you-" I cut him off. "So if I were older and did something like this you would kill me?!" I yelled then I realized that I shouldn't get myself into any more trouble than I already am. "I'm sorry, it just came out." He holds up a hand as if to cut me off even thought I was finished talking. "It's okay, but this is serious Creccia." I nod to show I understand. "What about my seasons? I didn't get one and I don't know why. What happened? Will I be able to communicate with my family? What about my job?" I asked. "That's the issue. We haven't ever had anyone in the society who hasn't recieved a season. We think the best way to handle this situation is to run a few tests on you. Don't worry, it's just to test the way you handle situations under preassure or just in general. We think it may have something to do with the seasons. Before every ceremony, every year, we take every seventeen year old boy and girl's name and data, and determine which season they best fit in. Since you don't have a season, it must have something to do with the way you think. Or it could just be a mistake." Mr Bales responded. "But the thinkers don't make mistakes." I say. I think that his reasoning is quite logical for a situation like this. I'm not scared or anything but there's still a few question that remain unanswered that I expect to have answers for. "Well no, but we think it was just a malfunction. We have no idea, but is it alright to run a few tests?" He asked. "Yes, as long as I get to communicate with my peers and family." I say. There is a long pause. Even if I am allowed to talk to him, he won't be able to talk to me because he's in the spring season. He sucks in his cheeks. "Creccia, this situation is unusual, and even if we do let you talk to your peers, they won't be able to talk to you." I knew it. I just hope I'll be able to talk to my family. "You may, however, talk to your family since you don't have a season yet, you wouldn't have anyone to talk to." Good. I'm glad they think that way. This thinker is different. He's not harsh and rural like the rest. But he's still a thinker, and I don't like him, they made me like this. I can't forgive that. "Well you should probobly get home to your family. The season jobs don't start for another month, so that will give you plenty of time to talk to your peers. We will run the test in three days. Have a good night Creccia." I stand up. "Thank you." I said. As I'm about to walk out, I remember something. "Can I keep the dress?" I ask. Mr. Bales gives me a sorry look. "Return it by the end of the week." He said. There was no way he was a thinker. He was too nice. There is no way.