He gave an elated, “woop” and grabbed a tree branch. He swung forward several feet and landed on the opposite side of a huge log.
“You’re gonna kill youself, Zephyr!” Tiffany shouted. I gave her a sly little smirk. “Oh, don’t you even.”
“I know. I know,” I said trying to suppress a laugh.
“Who cares!” he shouted back and grabbed a new branch. “At least I’ll die happy-y-y-y…” He flew of the branch and disappeared in a pile of dead leaves. “Ow.”
Tiffany and I cracked up. “You know,” I said between breaths, “I think that may be the most hilarious, stupid thing that guy has ever done.”
“And that’s saying something,” she said, trying to catch her breath too. He walked over to us pulling leaves out of his hair.
“Not a word, you two,” he said.
Tiffany and I tried to hide our laughter by twisting our facial expressions into polite concern. “What would we say?” I asked. He stared at me with the most ridiculous face I couldn’t help but crack up again. This time he joined us.
We are now over forty-eight hours into NaNoWriMo!
So far so good! I am about 9,000 words into my novel and feel great about it. I’ve managed to keep my sanity so far, but by the end of the month I’m sure that will change! I am working on a post-apocalyptic science fiction story. It’s in my comfort zone, but for my first attempt at NaNo I wanted to write something I was familiar with. Maybe next year I will write something a little different depending on how this year goes.
Good luck to all others participating!
Unlike most kids my age, I had experience with providing for others. I had a little sister named Ariadne and a mother and father who could never make enough to provide for us.
My family was the only one in faction 38C with more than one child. Multiple children were strictly forbidden by the government. Nobody knew about Ariadne.
Ariadne was six years old and the sweetest, most beautiful thing the world had ever seen. We both inherited dad’s chocolate brown hair, but she got the big brown eyes to match. I got mom’s gray ones. Ariadne brought a smile out of everyone. I wish I could have shared her with everyone.
To help my parents I would hunt. I had a bow and a dagger, and I taught myself how to use them. Rabbits were easy for me. They trusted humans too much.
Responsibility didn’t scare me. For the other fifteen year-olds, though, nothing scared them more. When you turned fifteen, you were considered an adult. You had to contribute to your household by holding a full job. You were punished as an adult if you made an infraction.
No, none of this scared me. I was too busy trying to keep my family fed without getting caught by the Imperials, the government officials.