Chapter one: pls forgive me

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It was mid July when a world crisis took place. Fires spread, tides became much to high, and even the air became quite thick to breath normally. The numbers of casualties rapidly increased, while our food supply got shorter.

"Oldie, when do you think supper will be ready?" I asked in a almost monotonous voice. In times like these it could be just a little bit hard to stay optimistic.

"In just a minute dear, here set the tables. But how many times do i have to tell you! Call me Marie...or mother would be fine i suppose..."

I light out a light chuckle as i quickly put out the utensils. Slowly, i turned my head to look at Marie as she delicately stirred the stew. She had always been so gracious it's almost hard to not be enchanted by her small but meticulous movements.

I let out a quiet sigh as i felt a growl at the pit of my stomach, the aroma of the stew was strong as Mama poured it into my bowl. I smiled a little lopsided while she took her seat. Normally, supper is insipid, but biased off the slight pull on the conner of Marie's lips i can tell she wants to ask me something. I could already guess what she will ask, and quite frankly i've been trying to avoid it. Talking to people just isn't my think. I have always waited for people to come to me first, but now their aren't many people left. There is no one to talk to.

Before i could release i was zoned out i heard mamas voice.

"Meet anyone new yet? You haven't talked to anyone sense the incident! Im started to feel a bit concerned, you cannot blame me dear."

i inflamed my cheeks as i started, "Yes mama, forgive me because i don't feel like talking to a bunch of creeps.."

a almost uncatchable exhale released from her slender lips, "At least try talking to the kind boy who will be selling fire wood for me. I'm sure you two will get along, heh." she chuckled. A light blushed rampaged my cheeks as a let out a shriek. "NO WAY."

"he's emo." Marie contradicted.

I didn't think the flesh on my face could get hotter; and i was wrong. But an emo? they still were alive? i thought i was the last one!

"6:30 a.m sharp, you best not be late!" she said making a quick rejoinder. "i'll clean up the dishes, so you go get some rest for your big day tomorrow. Please do pray for some luck..."

"Yes, Yes."

I slugged up the stairs as i thought about this mystery kid. Would they be my age? How tall are they? Ah! I wonder if they will be the color grey! This was truly riveting! As fast as i could muster without making to much noise i rushed to my bathroom mirror and too a long and hard stair at myself. From the plum colored hair, all the way to the black painted toes i analyzed, and analyzed until i could not no more.

"Ugh! what will fire wood boy think of me?!" I thought through thousands of others. "Whatever.." i groaned walking over to my closet.

"What shall i wear for the event..?" i queried pulling out a black gown paired with a simple corset.

"If he is indeed emo, this will do." i decided.

(i am loosing motivation😒)

My head hit the pillow, and yet i couldn't find the means to sleep. I haven't talked to anyone besides the occasional letter to tose, but not even she could meet up from such distance. No one has been around since the tragedy, we had nothing but faith in religion and the people closest to us....Marie..she has been the only one left for me since braylen left for a long line of play boys. The boy we once took in was gone, and addicted to socialism. The exact opposite of me. Yet still part of me is glad he is gone; it's almost light a cross lifted from my shoulders. His manipulative words that once tainted Marie and I is finally away, and i truly can not help be be glad.

A warm tear slid from my eye as the drowsiness started to set in. Quickly, everything became dark and the light had suddenly came back up before i had realized.

"Kaitlyn dear! Kates wake up!" Marie gleamed happily. "Dear you will be late!!"

"ugh..yes Marie." i groan as my mind started to catch up with my body. OH! yes the fire wood.

Getting up i started to change my clothes. This was such a drag, how dumb could i be to take upon such an opportunity on only the fact that he his emo. The realization of the situation suck in as i let out a whine.

"Damn, stupid shit cook!" i groaned walking out the door. The weather was quite nice, and the grass tickling my feet was great non the less. It was only after a mile until i saw a young man, around maybe his late 20's.

"Umh..hello sir! if i may ask do you know where the young fellow who sells fire wood is??" i asked with my nerves building up.

"Ah yes! last i checked he is just to your left!"

"Oh, thank you very much sir!" i yelled back at him. Mid-jog i reached my destination. It was a small village, no bigger than the farms back at home with Marie. But the Fire wood kid was no where to be seen. I hadn't an idea of what to do, so i just walked into a shop called "olive's big teddy bears"

"Miss? Would you happen to know where the fire wood boy is?" i queried.

"Ah yes mommy! you just missed them, just run a bit and you'll catch him!" she beamed.

a slight sweat broke out from under my neck. Mommy? heh....how weird the outside world was. "Thank you miss."

Running and Running hoping to not miss them; to not disappoint mama. I finally found it... a little stand with the words "Greys fire wood"

I broke out into a huge grin. Just then he turned around sweeping their hair away from their face as they started to speak, "Ah! hello there miss. How can i be at your service today?" he asked with a small smile.



lmao shit ig 🤭




hey....oh my actual god i am so sorry grey pls forgive me i was bored and this might have entertained the cook. yuck forgive me god.

anyways, we meet the fire wood seller next chapter 😒

ps i would add more details but i am tired 😕 maybe next chapter will be 2000 words or more 😕LMAOAO HELP I AM SO SORRY

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