The Reconfiguring

Ch. 1: 8 Years Later.....

Phiganon whooped and laughed while he ran with his friends, who were all training to be Burlies. They ran through the woods, chasing a girl who ran surprisingly fast. Phiganon didn't care about chasing the girl; he just loved to run. He felt free, and nothing else in the world mattered.

Then he realized he was about to run into the girl.

"Ach!" He said, then tripped over a tree root and landed on his face. "Ouch," he mumbled from the ground.

"Let me help you, purple-head," the girl said, offering him a hand.

"Thanks. By the way, I didn't care about chasing you so-"

"I know. You ran pretty much everywhere I wasn't," she said, heaving him up. "Where did your friends go?"

"They stopped somewhere back there. Oh, I'm Phiganon."

"Donila. Nice to meet you, Phig."

"Uh, it's Phiganon. Not Phig."

"Well, your hair says otherwise."

Phiganon ran his hand through his dark purple hair. It did look like the extinct fig.

"Well.....if you call me Phig, I'll call you Don."

"Fine with me," Don shrugged. Just then, Phig noticed something.

"Wait a sec, your hair isn't dyed!"

"Oh, um...about that...."

"What?"

"Nothing. It's not important. I just don't have a profession," Don said. Her hazel eyes were daggers looking at Phig, daring him to say something else about her black hair.

Just then, Phig's friends ran up next to him. Don dashed away.

"We...have...something...tell you," one of Phig's friends, Bobonicle, said out of breath.

"Okay....what is it?"

"All three of us are...in Entertainment. The bus is coming now to get us."

Phig was in shock. He couldn't believe his only three friends' names had been picked in The Draft to be in Entertainment. If you did anything other than blink or breathe, you were thrown in a yellow bag and thrown on a masher thing, and you died instantly. Phig's dad was in Entertainment. If you were in it, you would die guaranteed. Phig was speechless. His vision was blurry when he looked at his friends again. Their shaved heads gleamed in the sunlight. 'Great, the sun is shining like everything's hunky-dorey,' Phig thought.

"Well, we'd better go. Bye....Phiganon."

"Wait. Please, just....call me Phig."

"Okay. Bye...uh...Phig. Have a good life." With that, they disappeared into the trees.

Phig slumped against the tree. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Get up. Come on, you're gonna be fine. Hey, look at me! We can go watch Entertainment if you want. I can't believe people actually like watching that. Can you hear me? Phig? PHIG?!"

Phig couldn't hear her. He was lost in grief and denial. Just when he thought he wasn't ever going to snap back, a hand slapped him so hard he rolled into the tree root again.

"Oww......"

"You really got me mad for a second there. Well, that's better. Come OOON. Get up and let's get you home."

"Unh-huh."

"Get up! I will slap you again."

"What? No! Please don't, just...uh...follow me," Phig said, getting up. Don smiled.

"Lead the way, purple-head."

"Stop calling me purple-head."

"Whatever, fig-brain."

"Ugh!!" Phig cried, throwing his arms into the air. At least he had one friend, but he wasn't sure if she was the friend he was looking for.

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Author's Note:

First chapter! Yay! I hope you like it. Don's here! If you're up for it, tell me if you like Phig or Don better. Anyway, tell me if you see any typos or mistakes. Thanks for reading, it means a lot.

-Kagiemd