Elsewhere

Dear journal.

I am elsewhere now, and elsewhere is LOVEly. There are feelings, happiness, love. I have also discovered something beautiful: music. I am in a family, a proper family. And Gabe likes it here too. I will tell you how I got to this great place. I left at midnight whilst no-one was out. I HAD to take Gabe, the newborn who I had cared for that was going to be released the next day. The giver didn’t come. He was going to stay and help. We left on bicycle. There were many search planes, but they were easy to hide from. We travelled for days on end. We started seeing birds, and hills, and weather. Just as we were about to die we made it. We got here, elsewhere. A family adopted Gabe and I. Things are much different here, much, much different. But much better. I have good friends now. And my past is fading away, almost gone.

War and Death

Dear journal.

My job is strange. My job is painful. My job is fun. I love my job. And now I know what love means. My first day went like this: I got to the place, and there was a secretary. She told my boss I was there. And guess what, the door was locked. No where, anywhere are doors allowed to be locked. I went inside the room and there was a pained elder sitting down.He told me to call him “the giver”. He told me to lie down and then he put his hand on my back. And then, I went into another world. My body was still back there but my mind was on a giant mound. “Hill,” my mind told me. There was an object of some kind, “sled”. I looked around me into a blinding shade, “snow”. I got in the sled and it started going down the hill on what I knew were “runners”. But it’s been almost a year since that now. And i have learnt of colors, which was what the apple turned to, red. I have learnt of feelings, pain, happiness, love especially and war. War is horrible, there is death, pain and everything that is bad, is there. But love is great. I HATE the community for taking out feelings. And the other day I saw what REALLY happens when you are released, it is death. I am so angry. With my family, the people, the community. The giver and I have come up with a plan,  a plan to run away from here. A plan to go somewhere with love.

The Ceremony of 12

Dear journal.

I am trying to find the right world for my feelings. Surprised? no, angry? no. Anyway, i sill describe the events of today and you shall see. The first part of the day I didn’t pay much attention. I was too focused on what I would get as a job. Before I knew it it was break time, and after that it was it was the ceremony, MY ceremony. After break all of the soon to be twelves sat at the front of the audience. I am number 19 so that is where I sat. Fiona is sat on my left for she was number 18.Then it started. Number 1 got fish hatchery attendant, then number 2 was selected as birthmother. So it went on and then before you could think about what you might get it was Fiona’s turn. She was selected as caretaker of the old, like I thought. And then it was me. “Number 20, Pierre,” she called out. What! No, I couldn’t believe it. She should have called out “Number 19, Jonas.” But no. I could see the audience realized too. And so the jobs were selected all the way up to number 50, but that was a blur to me. But it wasn’t over yet. She called me up on to the stage. She announced that she hadn’t forgotten me, but that I was chosen to have a very special job, the receiver. I recieved a piece of paper and then the ceremony ended.. People regarded me with caution and respect. When I got home I read my rules. They had some very surprising rules in them and also some just telling me what to do. I can ask any question, be rude and I cannot reply for medication or release. And the most unbelievable one, I may lie.

Apples

Dear journal.

It is here, finally. The moment I have been waiting for has come. It is the night between the ceremonies. The ceremony of 1’s through to 8’s were today and the 9’s to 12’s will be tomorrow. The elders decide what each of the twelves get by studying where we go in our volunteer hours. Like my dad said, he pretty much new what job he would get because he spent so much time at the nurturing centre. He is a nurturer of course. But i go to different places all the time so I don’t have a clue.  I remember, just the other day, I decided to go and help out at the house of the old. My friends, Asher and Fiona were there too. We were helping with the bathing of the old. Fiona takes so much care with the old, I thought as I watched her wash the old. I had a weird dream that night. It was just Fiona and I in the bathing room. I wanted her to get in with me but she wouldn’t. I wanted her to take off her robes and bathe with me. I told my parents the dream and they said it was normal. It is called the “stirrings”. I have to take pills every day now to stop it. But I did like the feeling. Talking about weird things, I saw an apple change last week while I was throwing it with Asher, it was very strange. Oh well, tomorrow is the big day.