I just stood there. I didn't unpack or eat or sleep or talk to my aunt. I just stood there, trying not to think but failing miserably. Little Jonny walked into my room and sat on my bed. He wasn't really little, he was almost as tall as me, but the fact that he dragged his worn out teddy bear wherever he went kept him the "little" title. I had always been jealous of him. I was the only 15 year old in Peritwinkle; there wasn't anyone else from my generation, so that meant no friends. Jonny on the other hand had lots of friends, and loved to bug me too. This time included. I turned around ready to shoo him out of my room when I noticed he was silently weeping. "Oh, Jonny please don't cry.", I begged as I wrapped my arms around him. " I'm not leaving because of you, its just I'm really sick and tired of this place and I don't want to be like our parents and so many before us. They thought this was the best the world had to offer and stayed here forever. I want to explore the world and see if this really is the right place for me. And you know I'll come and visit, but I don't have any friends here. I guess you could say I'm just curious.i don't want to look at the same thing over and over again. It just isn't right!" I explained. I really didn't understand why it was such a big deal. I mean didn't they wonder what was beyond the two mountains that I had come to think of as a prison? It really made me wonder what kept all the past generations from leaving. Surely at least someone wanted to leave right? With each passing thought, it made me more and more suspicious.
