The stereotypes

Moving day...

"Happy 10th birthday Ana!" my family cheered faking enthusiasm as it was the day everyone was dreading since the day i was born. It was what the government called moving day but us the public we called it death day.

'Death day' is when a child turns ten and is taken away to an island which has no name and no one except a select few in the government know where it is. they are taken their because of the actions of people our age over hundreds of years ago, the teens of that age knew no respect to the law apparently so one hundred years ago the government decided to take all ten year olds on their birthday to this secret island to teach teens the law and how to be 'proper' adults and not act like the previous generations. That was all they told us but word spread from the teens that came home that this was an evil place where you need to be a perfect little person or... your dead and you needed to take that completely seriously.

So today is my death day and birthday at the same time ironic right? and with that i burst into tears thinking of the next eight years was almost unbearable. I felt the arms of my parents wrap around me and i fully began to sob i had been holding this in during the run up to my birthday but i couldn't take anymore. They didn't try to comfort me because they where as lost as i was their parents had both deceived the government saying they had no children so that my parents didn't need to go but since then the government has toughened its rules to make sure every 10 year old in the world goes to the island and stays until their 18 or if they don't come back you know there dead. I started to regain myself and make the last hours with my parents as happy as we could make them so slowly i got out of my parents arms and got a tissue dried my eyes and went to look i the mirror, my face was red and blotchy and my eyes where bloodshot and puffy.

"I'm going to wash my face, i'll be back down in a few. Save me some cake!" i tried to sound cheery and happy for my parents sake and my own as there's no need to mope plenty of time to do that where no one can see or hear you. I climbed the stairs quietly and made my way to my bathroom forcing my-self not to break down again. I let the water heat up before submerging my face into the steamy water letting it scald my face before it relaxes me. i quickly dried my face and went down stairs to find my parents in the same position i left them in i sighed before saying.

"mum,dad its okay i'll be fine maybe i'll even find a way of the island, who knows. i know i don't so lets just enjoy each others company hey?" people say i always talk with an elders tongue and i guess that proves it.

They both nodded and my mum went to get the cake i was just then i realised the rest of my family where looking sadly at us, when they noticed i was looking they all smiled and went back to what they were doing. Dad and i sat on a three seated couch and then my mum came in with a GINORMOUS cupcake with ten little candles and a big one which had 10 in the middle. It looked amazing! For the first time today i felt happy about my birthday. Everyone sang happy birthday and all our spirits where lifted with this simple gesture.I then helped cut the cake and give it out to everyone before starting on my own. Everything felt as it should be. Then there was a knock on the door and everyone knew who it was and why they where there. it was the governments emloyes and they where here for me.

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so this is the first chappy, hope it was okay & sorry if the grammar is bad its not really my strong point :S

so any wayyyyy VOTE/COMMENT/FAN if ya want <3

beth