Border-H.S

Chapter 2

I wake up and I find that it's still before sunset, which is unusual. I have a hard time waking up in the mornings, but I guess I was too nervous to sleep. I turned my head and checked the clock and find that it was only 6:30 in the morning. 

Since it was against the rules to go outside before 7am, I lay back down on my bed, and fumble with the sheets until I was comfortable, the soft fabric wrapping up my body making me comfortable. In a few hours, I will never get a chance to lie on this bed for the next month. I will never get to wake up with my blinds closed, the morning breeze making me cold but at the same time, making me comfortable. Making me so that I feel I'm safe, and I'm at home. 

In a few hours I will have to go out in the wilderness, alone, cold, nobody to assist me. I'll have find a shelter, or make one myself, hunt for my own food, and worse, kill. 

The word roams in my head and I imagine myself, pointing a gun at a fellow novice, and pulling the trigger. The sight of blood and the pain the person would feel stabs right in my heart and makes me want to be young again. Running around the fields, laughing, no concern or not having to worry about surviving, just doing whatever I wanted to do. 

I shift in my bed for a few minutes, and figured that it was time to get up, and leave my bed. My feet guiding to the kitchen, and while that's happening, I scan around the house, the place where I spent all my life. 

When I go down to the kitchen, I see that my sister, Rebecca is awake, and of course, she was holding her little stuffed husky. She was wrapped in her pink blanket, sucking on her thumb, and her cheeks rosy and full witch energy, but her blue eyes was watery and seemed like she could cry at any moment. 

"Abbey, what's going to happen when you go away?" She asked, "Who's going to look after husky when I'm sick? Who's going to grab my hand on the way to school and kiss me on the forehead?" Her voice trembled, and soon after a tear fell down from her eyes.

"Oh, Abbey, I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay! I need you!" She finally let her emotions out, sobing and sniffing. 

"Hey, Beckie, you're eight, almost nine. You're all grown up, look, you managed to come downstairs by yourself!" I tried to cheer her up by smiling at her and saying positive things.

"Can't you not go? Please? I can ask the mayor. I'm pretty close with her nephew's daughter, and I even had dinner! I can ask her nicely, and maybe she can just let you stay here!" She exclaimed, as if saying that it will happen and she's positive about it. "You can play with me all day, and with husky, of course. Does that sound good to you?" 

"Becca, even though you're close with the mayor, rules are rules. I have to go. I'll miss you, but you have Alex with you. He can play with you-he doesn't even go to school yet!" I looked into her eyes. Her eyes losing contact with me, and staring at the ground.

"But Alex is only five. He's too young to understand everything I say. I want you to stay with me." 

I opened my mouth to reply, but mom softly touched my shoulder and like that, Rebecca was gone. Maybe she went back to her room, or to Alex, not sure but, I'm sure of this: I'm going to miss her whiney voice and little pout.

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I put on my white dress-the uniform you have to wear on public events, it's against the rules if you wear something else-and get a wet cloth to wipe off my face. I look paler than usual, which makes the bags under my eyes look even worse. What's the point of looking 'presentable' when you know that in two or three days, you're going to go into the wild and get dirty as hell?

I want to go back to when I was.....just starting elementary school. When I had no worries and just play around and sleep as much as I wanted. I think, as I put on my white shoes. After that, I put my hair into an updo-again, it's the rules. All girls must put their hair up in public events.-. And when I'm finished with getting myself ready, I lie down on my bed, not caring if my dress is going to be wrinkled or not, and think about what's going to happen out there in the wilderness.

 When I was young, I always thought that outside the border was a paradise: Tons of animals, trees, flowers, sun, the moon....but now, I'm scared of it. I'm scared of a place, how funny? 

"Abigail? Abigail?" My mom calls me downstairs, and I follow her instuctions. I really don't want to, but if we're not there on time, our family will get punished. Rules number 59: All families should be on time for public events, or consequences will follow.

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why is the story going so slow?!?!?! This isn't what I planned?!?!?!?!!?