Monday, October 4, 2010
The escape
I was right! This community is full of lies. I have decided to leave this place, which is why i stayed with my master , the giver for the night. We had our evening meal, then stayed up all night, discussing how I should leave this community. I was feeling a bit frightened, but i wasn't going to regret my choice. Finally, we came up with a plan: Before leaving, the giver would transfer memories of courage and strength to me. It would help me find a place, somewhere we knew existed. Then, I would leave at midnight. I would hide my bicycle and clothes in the bushes near the riverbank. I would leave a note to my parents, informing them that i was out on a early morning bike ride. They would wait, with mounting anger, then would be forced to go to the ceremony, which is in december. The giver would call a vehicle, where I would hide in the storage area, with food supply for at least two weeks. Then, there will be chaos and confusion in the ceremony because people will find out I am not present. The giver would return and tell everyone that I am gone. So, they will chant their prayer of loss. It sounded like a pretty good plan. Well, December came, and I put my plan into action. But this time, I bought Gabriel with me. My father released his twin, and Gabriel was about to be released, so I bought him along too. I used my father's bike, because it had a child's seat at the back. The only thing i forgot to do is to receive the memories of courage and strength from the giver, so that means it will be a long trip. It has been a few weeks since we were traveling, and we were running short on food. I had no energy left, from riding my bike. A hill came up ahead, and I couldn't get up, so we rested. I found some berries, so me and Gabriel shared them. Even Gabriel got weaker. I was shocked, because i never knew that we came this far, and now our path to a newer home was trailing off. It was getting late and dark, so we rested for the day
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