Faith's Turn
Disclaimer: I own nothing it was all Orson Scott Cards idea
"Get back here now."
"If you run away don't even think about coming back."
"You little bitch. You whore."
Faith didn't seem to notice her mother screaming other things at her. She didn't care it was about time she did it. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why she stayed. She was 6 years old. But her mother didn't care; Faith knew what her mother said. Her whole life she has been told she was a screw up and an accident. When friends came over the phony act would begin and her father and mother would pretend to love their young daughter who seemed to be very talented at school. She was in the second grade because she had to skip it. Actually she should be in a higher grade but knew socially she would never be able to handle it.
She knew who she was running to, it was teacher actually a man who worked for the government, she believed his name to be Mr. Graff but that couldn't be right the Mr. Part only because he worked for the military which was technically the government. Well he had been nice to her. Taking her out of class and teaching her more advanced things but she also resented him because it turned her into an even bigger freak show then she really was. She was a grade ahead of her friends so lost all of them, and she admitted many people liked her too; well the point was that Faith was running to him because somehow she knew he had a solution for her. It was a Friday after school and she just prayed that he was there it was only 4:30.
She had finally reached the school. She ran in and found the office where Graff would take her for her lessons with her. She knocked on the door and it opened. She took a deep breath.
"Hello Faith."
"Hi."
"You're here very late."
"Well, look you're here for reason and I do need your help."
"What makes you think I will go out of my way to help you?"
"Because I wont' be coming to school anymore to any school for that matter. Whatever you're here for, you need me."
"I don't need you."
"Then leave and walk away or rather I will walk away you will never see me again."
"And why is that. I refuse to go home. It isn't right and…"
"So your running away form a situation you can't handle."
"To be able to handle this situation I would need to be physically stronger and can't, no matter what."
"What are you saying?"
"I am saying things you would never imagine would happen to a 6 year old happens."
Graff looked like he was starting to understand what was happening.
"I don't want to go into details but the marks are there, all over me."
"Come into my office."
"Fine."
Faith walked in and sat down on wooden chair. She looked at Graff her black hair and emerald eyes meet his.
"See." Graff started to say. "All those pointless test I have been making you do is really a test to see if you can go to a school called Battle School. It's in space. Its were talented children learn. They learn so they can one day defeat the buggers."
"I rather call them formics. It is their scientific name."
"Fine. You have past all tests beautifully. In gym your teacher watches you and test you. We were going to tell you in a week or so but I guess the time has come. We need your parents to sign for this…"
"That might be a problem but I think we can be able to get over that problem."
He just nodded
"Then we shall go see your parents."
"Not we you. I have vowed not to go back."
"Then we shall not go."
Faith looked at him her face blank but she thought. Should she go and give in. Hell no.
"Ok."
Graff walked out of the room. Faith followed and knew where they headed. As they reached the school parking lot Faith felt a power surge through her. It was like she knew what was going to happen. She knew what was going to happen when they stepped through that door of her house. What her father would do. What the outcome would be. She knew.
Disclaimer: I own nothing it was all Orson Scott Cards idea
"Get back here now."
"If you run away don't even think about coming back."
"You little bitch. You whore."
Faith didn't seem to notice her mother screaming other things at her. She didn't care it was about time she did it. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why she stayed. She was 6 years old. But her mother didn't care; Faith knew what her mother said. Her whole life she has been told she was a screw up and an accident. When friends came over the phony act would begin and her father and mother would pretend to love their young daughter who seemed to be very talented at school. She was in the second grade because she had to skip it. Actually she should be in a higher grade but knew socially she would never be able to handle it.
She knew who she was running to, it was teacher actually a man who worked for the government, she believed his name to be Mr. Graff but that couldn't be right the Mr. Part only because he worked for the military which was technically the government. Well he had been nice to her. Taking her out of class and teaching her more advanced things but she also resented him because it turned her into an even bigger freak show then she really was. She was a grade ahead of her friends so lost all of them, and she admitted many people liked her too; well the point was that Faith was running to him because somehow she knew he had a solution for her. It was a Friday after school and she just prayed that he was there it was only 4:30.
She had finally reached the school. She ran in and found the office where Graff would take her for her lessons with her. She knocked on the door and it opened. She took a deep breath.
"Hello Faith."
"Hi."
"You're here very late."
"Well, look you're here for reason and I do need your help."
"What makes you think I will go out of my way to help you?"
"Because I wont' be coming to school anymore to any school for that matter. Whatever you're here for, you need me."
"I don't need you."
"Then leave and walk away or rather I will walk away you will never see me again."
"And why is that. I refuse to go home. It isn't right and…"
"So your running away form a situation you can't handle."
"To be able to handle this situation I would need to be physically stronger and can't, no matter what."
"What are you saying?"
"I am saying things you would never imagine would happen to a 6 year old happens."
Graff looked like he was starting to understand what was happening.
"I don't want to go into details but the marks are there, all over me."
"Come into my office."
"Fine."
Faith walked in and sat down on wooden chair. She looked at Graff her black hair and emerald eyes meet his.
"See." Graff started to say. "All those pointless test I have been making you do is really a test to see if you can go to a school called Battle School. It's in space. Its were talented children learn. They learn so they can one day defeat the buggers."
"I rather call them formics. It is their scientific name."
"Fine. You have past all tests beautifully. In gym your teacher watches you and test you. We were going to tell you in a week or so but I guess the time has come. We need your parents to sign for this…"
"That might be a problem but I think we can be able to get over that problem."
He just nodded
"Then we shall go see your parents."
"Not we you. I have vowed not to go back."
"Then we shall not go."
Faith looked at him her face blank but she thought. Should she go and give in. Hell no.
"Ok."
Graff walked out of the room. Faith followed and knew where they headed. As they reached the school parking lot Faith felt a power surge through her. It was like she knew what was going to happen. She knew what was going to happen when they stepped through that door of her house. What her father would do. What the outcome would be. She knew.