Having a friend is weird.
A good kind of weird, but still really weird.
Liam was a nice guy. We spend a lot of time talking, neither of us wanting to go back to our reality where we will be judged on our curses, aka talents.
It was also nice to know he can't lie. It means I can trust him, and he really means it when he says he does not judge me for my talent. I have someone I can be me around.
That is what a friend is supposed to be, right?
I wouldn't really know.
"What are you thinking about?"
I sat on the edge of the treehouse, and Liam came to sit next to me.
"About how I don't know what it's like to have friends. Or at least, are we friends? I don't really know what it is like to have friends."
"If you want to be friends, we can be. I can put my phone-number in your phone if you want to, that way we can communticate."
"You would really want to be friends with someone who knows ten ways to kill you with the pillow you are sitting on?"
"I can't lie, remember?" Liam said chuckeling.
After he put his number in my phone and I send him "hi, Ava here", we both sat in silence, lost in our own thoughts, just watching the forest around us. As it was getting late, I saw the usual changes in the forest. The animals that were starting to disappear and those that came in their place.
"I should probably head back to town, or my mentor will be woried. We don't want an entire search party to be send out. I don't want to risk your sanctuary. We will tekst? And maybe you should head home, just to see if anything has changed during the last week."
I was about to tell him everything probably stayed the same ever since I left, but the pleading look on his face made me change my mind. I could give it a try.
Have I mentioned my siblings before? Well, I have three of them. I am the oldest, followed by my sister, Jasmine. She has a great talent of cooking and my parents have been saving money to buy her a restaurant when she turns eighteen.
The next sibling is my brother, Darwin. His talent is persuading people in wathever he wants. My parents decided he would work in the restaurant as a waiter, as he would be capable of getting a lot of monney out of those people. He has a lot of girls and boys following him around al the time and he loves to make them annoy me, seeing as I can't do anything about it.
The youngest brother is Skylar, who has a talent for learning languages. He is the only one that doesn't really bully me, as he is to bussy reading al the time. I mean, I read a lot, but he reads at least five books a week, two of them being in languages he hasn't ever seen or heard of before. His dream is to travel the world and become a teacher or a translator afterwards. I have heard him considere a career with truthfeelers, to translate the tings they can't understand. It is said to pay very well.
As I walked home, I realised the only good thing I got from my siblings was the nice meals Jasmine prepares. She makes something diffrent every night, to deside what to make in her future restaurant. I know she keeps a list somewhere in her room, but I am not allowed to see it, as it is top-secret, and a low-life like me should not be anywhere near such perfectness. Her words, not mine.
Walking into the house again was weird after a week. Everyone was already starting to make the table so we can eat. Jasmin was in the kitchen, preparing the food, Darwin was trying to balance as much plates on his arms as possible and Skylar was grabbing silverware without putting down his book.
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Talented
General FictionAva lives in a world where everyone is born with a special talent. Some are lucky, and born with a social skill that helps them further. Others not so much, and live a live in poverty. Ava is one of the unlucky ones, her talent being that she knows...