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After I got my job everything was confusing. The worst thing, my perfect world wasn't perfect anymore. I started seeing the cons, I was destroyed. I saw my father releasing a twin newborn who didn't even see the community yet. It wasn't the newborn's fault. So me and the Giver, who gave me the memories, made a plan, that I would take Gabe and escape the community that night to find a happier place.
My World- The Giver
My perfect world
I feel so happy! My world is the most perfect world ever. My futures set, my choices are made, I have nothing to worry about. All I need to do is live life the fullest. Doesn't that sound amazing? No choices, everything is ready the way you want it, no confused minds to hagel with, everything seems so complete!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
The ceremony of twelve
The day of the ceremony of twelve arrived. All eleven year olds who were turning twelve are been assigned their jobs on this day. I was curious and confused of the job I will be assigned. As I was anxiously waiting for my turn I wasn't called out! I was so embarrassed and disappointed. As everyone else were called out, the gave me a glare as they walked to the stage. But, at the end of the ceremony while I was walking back they announced my name and apologized for skipping me. when I was up there on the stage the announcer announced that I wasn't assigned for a job, but selected for being the Receiver of memories.
My weird dream
Last night I had the weirdest dream ever. It wasn't that clear but I got the point. Okay, so the dream was that I was in the bathing with Fiona. But, the room wasn't the same. It only had one tub, when the real one has more than one tub. Fiona was laughing. But I wasn't, I was getting annoyed at her, as she wasn't taking me seriously. The details weren't not that clear, but I think I was trying to convince her to remove her clothes so I could bath her. There was a weird want for that. But she kept laughing and saying " No". When I told mother this she said they were my stirrings and she was expecting them sooner or later. There is a treatment of pills for this stirrings and I will be starting them soon. I wonder what they are like.
Gabriel
Gabriel. He was a newborn at the childcare center, where my father worked as a nurturer. During our feeling sharing ritual my father explained to us his concern about Gabriel, as he wasn't doing to well. Gabe was growing up as fast as he should but wouldn't sleep soundly at night. The next day, father brought Gabe home. As I slowly walked towards to see the newborn , I noticed the eyes, they were unique, they were pale eyes like mine. Very few citizens had pale eyes. My family and my group members all had dark eyes, unlike us. Unfortunately, we soon figured out that because of Gabe's unique behavior he might be released. He was labeled "uncertain" for an year. As the time passed Gabe was passing all the tests of maturity successfully. He was a cheerful and intelligent child, but still remained disturbed at night.
The mysterious aircraft
One afternoon when I was pedaling home, I heard a frightening sound from the sky. As I looked up towards the sky a needle nosed single pilot jet flew over our community. Curiously I looked around, as i saw everyone else wait for an explanation for this unexpected event. Immediately there was an oder to drop your activity and move indoors. Instantly I dropped my bike and ran behind my family's dwelling. I was alone as my parents were at work and my little sister, Lily was at the childcare center. As I peeped through the front window, all I could see was a lonely street with scattered bikes here and there. I comforted myself on the bare floor waiting for the next announcement. In a minute the speakers blared with the explanation about a pilot misreading his navigational instructions and taking a wrong route. They also mentioned that the consequence of this mistake will be that they will release the pilot. There was a pin-drop silence. As I took a breath of relief and looked outside the window, the streets were busy again.
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