Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I was woken up in the morning by my mother's gentle voice telling me to get ready it's almost time for breakfast. I flutter my eyes open, wishing I had at least one more hour of sleep. I looked around at the beige walls surrounding me, I was still in my mother's room. I must've fallen asleep before I could make it back to my own bed last night. I walk out of my mothers room and head to Link's to see if he was still sleeping, he wasn't there, I assumed he was already downstairs eating then.

I go across the hall to my bedroom, my door has the letter 'C' on it. I open the door to reveal how dark it was inside. I trip over a book I left on the ground as I made my way to the window to open up the blinds. Sunlight came seething through making the color on my walls pop out. I glare out the window at the willow tree I'm desperately going to miss. This made me think of my father again, I wish he was here to wish me luck, to tell me anything that would make me feel the slightest bit better than I was right now. I turn away from the window and open up my closest, I hung all my day clothes, I put on what I usually wear every a collared button up with a blazer on top and some slim black dress pants. After I button up the last button on my collared shirt I take a look at my bedroom, I have pictures and drawings everywhere. My whole life was in this room. I even noticed my old diary on my bookshelf. I stop in the door way, before heading into the hall I look at my room once more and then shut the door. I proceed to make my way downstairs for breakfast. At the kitchen table the head seat is empty, it has been for the past few months since my father's death. Thinking of it just makes me equally nervous considering someone from the 11th generation will take my father's spot as Wisdom next leader.

My mother made a big breakfast like she always does on special occasions, pancakes and waffles. My brother was always got the waffles and I, pancakes, my favorite. On top of the batch of pancakes was a single red candle, red, my favorite color. On the stack of waffles was a single green candle, green being Link's favorite.

"Happy Birthday to my favorite daughter," She kisses my cheek. "and favorite son." She kisses my brothers forehead. "Now enjoy this wonderful breakfast, you two need to fill up so you won't be hungry while waiting for your results. It's going to be a long day." My mother kept rambling on, it's not that I didn't want to listen to her, but I was too distracted in my own thoughts, and in my own pancakes.

"Make a wish." My mom says lighting the candles.

Link blew his out right away, but I wanted to think of what I'd like to wish for. I'd like to wish this feeling that the world was ending to go away, I'd like to wish that I don't have to leave my family, that I don't have to lose them. I wish my father was here. All of these wishes weren't going to come true and no special birthday wish from a candle on my pancake is going to make it happen. I took a deep breath and blew the flame out. My mom claps her hand and then removes the two candles from our food. I grab my fork and dig in right away.

After a few minutes of silence, I took the last bit of my pancakes and look at Link. "Ready?" He says standing up from his seat. He wipes syrup from his mouth with a napkin and then throws the napkin on his empty plate. "Don't want to be late."

I stand up, my mother looking at me. She's always been a strong woman, I knew she wanted to cry, I knew she was emotional about us going. I start to wonder if she had to leave her family when she was my age, she never talked about what sector she was from. Sometimes I could tell she was a transfer, only because the past few weeks all she could talk about was how it isn't as bad as it seems. Sometimes it was hard to tell if she was from Peace or Protection though. She would act like Peace Sector at times, so down to earth and gentle. Other times my guess would be the Protection Sector, she was brave, always made sacrifices for better. She didn't look sad, she was very good at keeping her composure and not letting anyone see her true emotions. I knew she was sad even if it didn't show. She stood tall and begun to smile shifting her eyes between Link and I, she held a lot of pride in the way she stands, and in this moment I knew her pride was in us.

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