I haven't been on FanFiction for months now, so naturally almost all my documents got deleted, so I thought that I would get a new start on my fanfictions, for most of them, I'll only have to change some stuff, but I think this one needs a completely new beginning! I hope it'll be good, and thanks for reading! Please enjoy!
Misfits:
In the desolate land of Quill, it was mostly quiet. Today was the day of a Purge, the one holiday in Quill. The only sounds were the sorting in the amphitheater, and the occasional scurries of small animals and musical chirping of birds. In the Necessary quarters, two small children were huddled in a small grove of trees, whispering to each other quietly. A boy and a girl. The girl's clothes were slightly too large for her, and they hung off her small frame. She watched as her companion held a twig from one of trees as he engraved the ground.
"Wow Alex! That's pretty, but um... what is it?" She pointed to the six-year-old's drawing. She wriggled a bit and adjusted her gray tunic.
"It's supposed to be a bird, but the ground is really dry, Meggie. I wish we had some water would come down from the sky, what do they call it again?" He tapped the stick to his chin thoughtfully and gazed wonderingly at the colorless sky through the leaves of the scrawny trees.
Megan giggled. "It's called rain, silly! And um, please don't call me Meg! It's embarrassing!" She pouted.
"I don't think it's embarrassing though," he frowned thoughtfully and held the twig out to Meghan, "I like it. Hey, do you want to try this now?"
"I'm fine, I prefer to chirp like the birds! And I like to move around too! But you're the best at it Al!"
Alex blushed slightly. "T-thanks. And uh... I think you must be good at that. I think it's called singing and dancing. Wow Meg, you have two talents!"
It was Meghan's turn to blush. "You think so" You really believe in me?"
"Of course I do! I'm your friend right?" He grinned cheekily at her.
She nodded cheerfully, and the two continued talking, Alex trying to draw a better bird. The two felt content for once in their short lives, in their little pocket of trees. It was like their own world, a place where they could be free in their conduct and speech, not being hushed by worried parents. But unfortunately, the peace didn't last for long. As Alex was adding his last stroke to his new bird, they were discovered by a guard. "Hey, you runts!" he called. He seized the stick from Alex's hand and cracked it in half. Then he seized Meghan and Alex by their wrists. The two cried out in pain. "You!" he glared at Alex, "Who are you?"
"A-alex Sto-owe." Alex whimpered.
"You've doing art," he spat the world out like it was a foul curse word, "That's an infraction! Were you doing it too, girl?"
"No! No, she wasn't!" Alex shouted frantically.
The guard examined both young faces. He found Alex was telling the truth, and stalked off to report the infraction. Meghan sobbed. "I don't know what an infraction is, but you should have said that I did it too! What if they do something to you, Al?"
He smiled at her. "I'll be fine. Remember Sean? He gets them too." Meghan sighed, remembering her brother. "Well, it looks like we can't do this anymore. Time to go home, I guess." The two children went their separate ways. What is an infraction? Meghan thought. I suppose it doesn't matter. But would I get an infraction for singing and dancing too? Is that what art is?
The next day, everyone knew about Alex's infraction. Alex's brother, Aaron, was especially disgusted. But Meghan stayed. "Meg, I found out more about this whole infraction thing. Do you want to hear it? I'm afraid it's not very good." She nodded anyways. "Well, if someone catches you doing art, like drawing, singing, dancing, and other stuff, you get an infraction. We can't have any, what did my parents say? Oh yeah. Creativity. No creativity in Quill. if you get enough infractions, at the Purge you become an Unwanted and they kill you."
Meghan gasped in horror. She felt tears slip down her cheeks. No singing, no dancing ever if she wanted to live. It wasn't fair. Alex looked her in the eye and nodded. "I know. I hate it too." He kicked a pebble. "My parents said it's so that everything is the same. She said they call you a misfit if you can't be the same."
"Why though?"
"I don't know. But if I'm a misfit, so be it. But I don't want to be a misfit without you. So what do you say? Should we be misfits together?" He grinned sadly at her. She nodded and repeated the gesture.
"Yeah!"
"Okay then. Then we're not the soldiers of Quill anymore. We're the soldiers of the misfits!" Alex and Meghan laughed quietly, and for a while, they were happy again.
There you are! I thought a cute chapter would help it along a little bit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated, I'm always looking for ways to improve! I'm really happy, I got Island of Graves for Christmas and it was really, really good. I hope all of you Unwanted fans get to read it!