Vivienne Dixon is ten years old and alive. She knows she's alive because that's what her name means. The name Vivienne originates from ancient Rome and was used as a variant of the name Viviana. It is derived from the Latin word 'vivus' meaning 'ali...
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𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: vivienne is undiagnosed for autism, and insects (specifically beetles) are her hyper-fixation, which is slightly evident from this chapter!
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I think it's been about an hour since they all left. I'm sat on the crate, again, but instead of starin' at the other kids play, I'm drawing. My sketchbook is open on my legs and I've got my pink pencil in my hand. It's the only one that is still working. Well that and the orange one, but I'm not sure what to draw with that apart from an orange, or maybe a basketball.
With my pink pencil I draw a Painted Meadow Grasshopper. They're this special type of grasshopper which has pink all over 'em. I used the last of my green to do the part that's not pink.
Anyway, this one is a female, because the male ones are completely green. I learnt that in my book of bugs which Daddy got for my 9th birthday. I also learnt that the females are bigger than the males. Which just means that the females are obviously a million times better - they're big and pink!
My stomach's kinda rumblin' a bit, but I ignore it. I didn't eat breakfast because all of the animals Daddy had brought back were gone, and I didn't wanna ask any of the others for food, so I didn't eat. I think I'm gonna wait 'till Daddy or Uncle Merle gets back to ask 'em for food.
All of a sudden, the radio starts makin' this weird static noise. I think that means Uncle Merle and the group of people goin' to Atlanta are comin' back. I thought the journey was longer, but I guess not.
"Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear my voice?" a scratchy voice comes through. Amy picks up the radio and pushes some buttons on it.
"Hey? Hello?" she calls through. "Can you hear my voice?" he calls again. "Yes, I can hear you. You're coming though. Over." Amy replies again.
It's not Uncle Merle, which makes me slightly sad. I close my sketchbook and slot all of my colourin' pencils back into their places - I put them in rainbow order in the box. I grab my unicorn and go back into the tent.
My sleeping bag is pink and my blanket is rolled up as a pillow with Boots layin' on top of it. I carefully put down my unicorn and slot my book and colourin' pencils into my back pack. It's kinda dirty of the bottom now, and my bear keychain is still hangin' on, luckily.
