The Stupidest Thing I've Ever Written

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Brief summery/thing/AN/Idk: I had to write a thing for school to be given to our teachers next year as a reference to our writing or something like that. The only problem, we had to write it from the POV of a fossil when it was alive. We could only do it from the POV of a fossil we found on a field trip to a fossil dig and over half the class only found ammonites, a spirally thingy that you can google if you're interested. This, I can confidently say, is the stupidest thing I have ever written or ever will.

I listen to their conversation from behind closed doors. I know they don't want me to hear them speaking of this because it will only remind me of what's to come. And I know it. But I still listen anyway. "Food supplies are at an all time low," I hear my mother, Abalone Schivoski's voice travel through the door. "And milady picked the person who will fix it this morning." As a member of our leader's council, who it is law to never refer to by name, my mother is always in the know about the going ones of our civilization.

"'Tis the doings of the white whale." My father, Warbler Schivoski says and I feel like screaming, ask what in the ocean is wrong with him, but we have no idea why he's like this. A month ago as head hunter gatherer he was obliged to go search for food with his crew. He was the only one to return and every word out of his mouth since has been nonsense. As far as I know no whale has ever been spotted in these waters. I have no idea why my mother even consults him about this stuff.

"Do you think Teleya is ready?" She says and I tense upon hearing my name.

"Haunted, sure as I'm alive. I hear the whispers like a heavy heart..."

You probably have some questions. I can tell. I am what will be known as in your time as an ammonite. We come in all shapes and sizes and all naturally occurring colours when it comes to our shells. My shell happens to be a reddish white and I am around the size of a plate. My species propels ourselves forward using our tentacles and air chambers in our shell. We are carnivores and someone has been eating all of the meat in the general hunting area of our civilization. You a probably asking what we are going to be doing about this predicament. Well you see it all started 3 days after I eavesdropped on my parents.

"Teleya!" my mother calls from somewhere in our... well it's not really a house so let's call it our area. "Coming!" I respond, stopping searching through the records for mentions of white whales and cures for my father's newfound insanity. When I arrive downstairs I realize my mother is crying and 2 guards with bluish shells stand at attention behind her. "Mom... what's going on?" I question, but she doesn't seem to hear me. "She's not ready," my mother protests, "you can't send her out there alone. You can't send my only child to her death."

"Apologies, madam," the warrior on the right says curtly, "but milady specifically said-"

"I don't care what she said."

"Say your goodbyes, madam." My mom, knowing they could easily overpower us, enveloped me in a odd type of hug known only to my species. She whispered in my ear, "I'm so so proud of you, you've come so far, risen so high." I offer her a watery smile and a half hearted laugh, "The sun also rises high in the sky each day, but we don't celebrate that, do we?" This happened, of course, before we knew that the sun only appears to rise each day. "Besides," I continued, "we both knew this day was coming." And we had known, or more specifically my mother had known. Three days ago our leader had chosen a family at random who healthiest, least important member would be charged with investigating and possibly stopping the threat to our civilization. Our family name, Schivoski, had been chosen, and as my mother as I have already mentioned, is on our leaders council and as my father was was insane I was the next candidate. We hadn't known when they we supposed to be taking me, but I guess now we did. The 2 warriors grabbed my tentacles, the one on the left giving my mother a sympathetic glance before dragging me away.

I landed with an "umph" as the 2 soldiers threw me out of the Amonian territory after dragging me through half of the civilization. They have surprisingly little respect for the creature who is supposed to be saving them all from dying of starvation., I thought as I brushed myself off. We're, incase you were wondering, Amonians, and we come from Amona, even though you kind call us ammonites. It's kind of like how most people who are not German call it Germany but Germans call it Deutschland. Anyway, I had no idea where I was going, or supposed to be going, they only told me 'go north' without giving me any way to tell which way north is. I sighed, when in doubt, go left.

It took me a long time of swimming to come across anyone, and luckily the first creature I came across was friendly. I literally swam into him, as I was swimming quickly to get to my unknown destination.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed as he flew backwards, "Watch where you're going!" I did the sea creature amonian equivalent of blushing and mumbled, "Sorry." He frowned and studied me, giving me a few seconds to reorient myself and realize he was a belemnite. Now unlike us Amonians the belemnites actually called themselves that, and they didn't usually form civilizations like ours, but traveled in groups varying in size, so it was very unusual to find one alone.

"What are you doing out here alone?" I voiced my concerns.

"I could ask the same of you, Amonian," he said bitterly. I scowled and glared at him, there was a feud between our two species, from a long time ago, certainly from before this particular one was born, but the belemnite parents and children tended to share the same narrow minded views. He gave an exasperated sigh and said haughtily, "Well if you must know, Amoniann, I am the chosen hero of the belemnites, destined to save them from the threat to their daily lives, champion of the oracle of old's prophecy, conqueror of a thousand oceans! It is I, Sidon of the belemnites!" Did I mention that belemnites are historically dramatic creatures?

"And who might you be lowly Amonian?" He sneered and I straightened.

"I am Teleya Anastasia Schivoski of the Amonians. Random sacrifice of the elders, daughter of Warbler Schivoski currently psychotic head hunter of the Amonians and Abalone Schivoski member of the Amonian council, I am a traveler of the north and hero of my people." I made that up on the spot but he seemed to buy it as he said loudly, "Well it seems we have a common goal, Teleya of the Amonians, though if you are a traveler of the north, I must ask why were you heading south?"

I only groaned as he headed in the direction opposite of where I was originally heading, eventually begrudgingly following.  

AND THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST PART! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 2 PAGES BUT I MADE IT 11 1/2 ON PAPER AND 5 PAGES ON DOCS! IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR YOU'RE IN FOR A RIDE.