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- hey heres something else i wrote for class

ok so basically teacher my beloved had us write the last chapter of the giver to how we wanted it so basically attaching a chapter to the end of the giver since it kinda left off on a cliffhanger so yeah.

THIS DOES HAVE ‼️‼️‼️SPOILERS‼️‼️‼️ TO THE GIVER SO IF YOURE READING IT IN CLASS OR PLANNING ON READING IT OR WATCHING IT DONT READ THIS

ok here

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     Soon, Gabriel and Jonas had reached what seemed to be a small town after a long effort of travelling through the cold, white substance they called snow. "Look, Gabe," Jonas whispered while gawking towards the town, almost dropping the small child from his shivering arms. "These are nothing like the houses back where we are from. They all look so much more.. Lived in."
     Jonas was correct. There were plants outside each of the houses, all of them looking human-grown and lively despite the cold weather. The different colors splotched onto each of the houses reminded Jonas of all the beautiful things that were so heavily hidden from his society. Wherever he had been in that moment, a place he had assumed was Elsewhere, seemed like a place where people with high creativity were placed. Jonas couldn't imagine how anyone in his society would be able to handle such an environment.
     But most of all, above everything else he had experienced in that unique town, Jonas heard music. It was a rather high-pitched song, whatever had been playing, and it sounded like multiple people had been singing at once. Though he had doubted it before, he knew now that this beautiful array of different notes and sounds had been the one thing he was so curious about ever since The Giver had introduced it to him. It was wonderful to hear for the first time, and Jonas found himself wanting to hear it all the time. He decided that he would try and travel closer to the source while he could.
     Without thinking, Jonas began to approach a house that stood out to him, and the high-pitched choir music started to sound louder. Unlike most of the other houses that had been softer, pastel colors, it was mainly a neon red color. Though it had been multiple colors, the bright red was surely the first one to be noticed no matter who's eyes you had been looking through. Red was Jonas' favorite color, after all, and the neon shade certainly stood out to him over the white, fluffy snow that had surrounded the house and continued to prickle onto it.
     Jonas hesitated for a moment in front of the neon red house. "Should I really be doing this, Gabe? It seems a little unsafe." Though the young toddler could not provide him genuine help, telling Gabe about the problem he had been facing was his only choice when it came to soothing his uncertainty. "No, that's what they wanted me to think. Curiosity is a good thing, Jonas," he whispered, shaking his head slightly to himself as he proceeded to knock on the door three times. Each time his fist hit the light red door, his heart seemed to beat faster in his chest, and every second the door had not been answered made his fearfulness rise even higher.
     After a few insufferable moments of waiting, the door opened. But what would come next would be even more unbearable. The door emerged from it's spot quite slowly, and the figure who had answered was hidden until the door in which was blocking them made a full stop. Jonas looked up, holding Gabriel a bit tighter in his arms, and saw what seemed to be the man he had spoken to not long before his trip. Except, he looked much different. He looked younger, healthier, happier.
     Jonas stood there for a moment, looking The Giver straight into his pale eyes that mirrored his own. Why was The Giver in a house in the middle of Elsewhere? What had happened to their plan? A million different debatable questions were left unanswered, lingering in Jonas' head as he waited for anything to come out of The Giver's mouth.
     But the man in front of Jonas only let out a small sigh of relief. "Thank God you've made it, Jonas. We haven't got much time," he finally spoke, leaving Jonas more confused than he had been before. "Time for what? Why are you here? This wasn't part of our plan!" Jonas continued to ask questions as The Giver disregarded them and led Jonas inside of his house. Jonas found his posture becoming stiff as he walked slowly inside of the unfamiliar building, though The Giver seemed right at home.
     "Take a seat, please," The Giver smiled towards Jonas, causing him to walk towards the nearest sofa and take a seat filled with suspicion. The Giver sat across from him, and began to speak almost immediately. "You see, Jonas, I've sent you here to, um— Elsewhere, because I couldn't stand lying to you any longer." There was an obvious look of shame on The Giver's face as Jonas raised his eyebrows at him. Jonas wasn't even yet aware of what The Giver had done exactly, but he was already starting to become angry.
     "But, I thought you said you've never lied to me," Jonas stated quietly, only asking one of the several questions swirling like a tornado in his mind. "I was forced to, Jonas, much like everyone else." Jonas stayed completely silent, taking in each word The Giver said contently. "Similar to what I told you, Jonas, the world without Sameness is jagged and dangerous. Us, as a society, decided we needed to run experiments to see what path would be best to take. We spent decades planning out this fixed society, and putting it into play. Then, when the time came, we all decided that the 19th child born in your year would be the one we would monitor. They would be extremely oblivious, yet also extremely vital to our plan. Everyone around them would be acting, and sent to 'Elsewhere' if they wanted to quit or somehow messed something up. It's really just the term we used for what was left of our normal society. We would come here every night to sleep, and a curfew was created so that you would never see us. I was the second most important person regarding our plan , since I would be with you all the time. They knew I would be the last to tell you about our lies, since back then I didn't even know you yet. But look where we are now. I'm the first."
     "So, I'm just an experiment? A toy?" Jonas had never spoken to The Giver with such aggression in his tone, but he was truly furious. "Of course not, Jonas—" The Giver had been cut off, "All the high honor of being a Reciever was just a joke?" After a moment of silence from the two, Jonas had spoken up again. This time, he had cooled off and spoke in a much softer tone, attempting to get answers. "Am I the only one who didn't know?" The Giver looked down at his feet before replying with a short answer, afraid to aggravate Jonas again. "Yes."
     "So, why now? After a full year of training and bonding between us, you decide to just ruin it all?" The Giver let out a long, pain filled sigh before beginning to speak again. "I love you, Jonas. I know your personality better than your own parents do, and much better than those who monitor you. I've seen how you value the world around you, and what importance you give each new memory you gain. I couldn't watch you be lied to anymore. I sent you out here not to find Elsewhere, but to find the truth. You did a wonderful job travelling all on your own."
     Jonas didn't speak, he only sat there, staring at the hardwood floor of this neon red house that had caught his attention so heavily only a few moments before. He had gone from knowing everything to knowing nothing in a matter of seconds. Everything he had learned the past twelve years of his life, every friend he made, all the memories he gained, were all fake. He wasn't mad at The Giver, but rather the world around him, and himself for believing everything anyone had told him.
     Jonas hadn't really spoken for the rest of his day. He was tired, hungry, and angry, and he had nothing to say other than random questions of denial that would pop into his head at any given moment. He remembered having one last short conversation with The Giver before abruptly leaving his house and running away with Gabriel, the one person he knew wasn't acting. "So, your government wanted to know if they should take their perfectly fine society and ruin it with Sameness, so they tested it on me?" I asked, and The Giver nodded his head. "Well, send them a message from me, to make up for lying. Tell them that I don't approve of what they did to me, and definitely not Sameness."
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LOOK AT THE NOTE MY TEACHER PUT I LOVE MY TEACHER PLATONICALLY HES THE BEST
(hes a student teacher and i knew him before he started teaching since hes a family friend literally everyone in my grade loves him hes so cool)

BRB THROWING MYSELF OFF A CLIFF