Ender's Game 2

Chapter 6

Something is wrong with my wattpad so I can't dedicate on the full version but I totally dedicate this to you Piper496, I know you didn't ask for a dedication but I totally appreciate your comment, it's nice to know that somebody is actually reading your work. Thanks for the votes too.

Furtive

Hiking in a unfriendly mountain forest makes me remember horrible pasts when I was just a kid.

"Afilina!" Mom called from the window of our truck. My face immediately frowned, I hate that name. It sounds so old and un-girly. Why didn't my parents just pick a normal name like...Sasha, Rachel, or Princess? Why did they have to get my name from my grandmother who I never met and knew.

The kid whom I just met waved at me and run to the seesaw. I climb up the truck and crossed my arms. "Okay what's wrong?" Mom ask. "Nothing." I mumbled. "What happened to your hair?"

I remember pulling the ribbons from my hair earlier. I place the ribbons on the dashboard. "Afilina-"

"Can we just go home?" I ask with an obvious annoyance in my tone. "No, I'm not driving you anywhere unless you tell me."

I look away. Eventually my mom will give up this charade and drive home but she didn't. You can say I'm being foolish for having a mild tantrum about my name but it's more than that. Divine Afilina W. Naut, that is my grandma's full name. My parents kind of made me Afilina the second because 'Afilina' is actually my second name too and now my nickname. My grandma is know as Divina in our town, they know her VERY much.

That is not a good thing because my grandma is a total nuts. If she could hear me right now she probably wacked me with her cane on my head now. She's the laugh of the town, the real clown, she is known as Divina the Herder or Horder. Why? It started when she found a stray kitten as white as tofu (Why tofu you ask? Well let's just say she loves tofu.) by the side of a fruit seller tent. It has mud smudges on it's fur. The kitten saw her and she was lost in words, the kitten's green eyes melted her heart. She picked up the wee thing and took her home. She could have chosen a nice name for the little kitten like Snow, Whitey, Cotton, or Mittens but no, she just have to choose Tofu! So the horrible name giving runs in the family.

She took in Tofu and took care of her, and somehow Tofu... I don't know how Tofu returned the affection to her... so that's how everything started. She adopted 17 cats and kittens that stayed on her attic, 8 puppies and dogs, A pony in her shed with a goat, 2 pigs, 6 cattles, A baby fox with a broken leg... Now that fox has a good story, a bunch of hunters went well... hunting, they set up traps around the forest. When granny got home from her daily work in a diner she heard a sad welp just by the shrubs. She heard the gun fire from miles away, she didn't think twice and took the baby fox with a sharp clamp still piercing its flesh on its leg. She took care of the baby fox but the leg is not quite fixed, so it limps alot. She has a snake in a glass casket (don't ask where she got that, I'm pretty sure it's a part of her rescue thing.), some goldfish, and 12 pairs of love birds. So her home became a refuge for homeless animals. House flies, lizards, even mosquitoes are welcome. It's like Noah's Ark all over again except my grandma has a house. That is why my dad and grandma goes along together.

People made fun of her behind her back, she knows it alright but she ignored every bit of it. The mockery is just a desert because some of her neighbor started complaining about the smell and the noise. The law inforcements took the spot light and told my grandma that she has to give up the animals or she can keep like 3 of them... but she can't choose they are all so special to her. My mom got in action too, she's 2 months pregnant of me that time. They know a guy with a large land where the animals can stay but with no paper of custody and enough money to sent the animals away... and grandma totally dissaproves of the idea because she was like: