I'm back! This time I'm writing for Maggie Stiefvater's "The Scorpio Races". Phenomenal book. Those of you who haven't read it, should. Anyway, as much as I loved it, the ending wasn't enough for me. So I thought I'd do my own little adaption. Please review once you've finished reading!
Life in Thisby is returning back to normal. November is coming to an end. The tourists are beginning to trickle out,which is a good and bad thing. Good because now Thisby won't be so crowded, I won't have to think about the Scorpio Races anymore, and hopefully they'll go home and talk about our merchandise to their friends, which will encourage more tourists next year.
It's bad because my brother plans to leave with them.
Regardless of the fact that I won the Scorpio Races, and regardless of the fact that one of his friends died, Gabe still plans to go to the Mainland and leave Finn and I behind. I suppose, deep down, I knew he would. And I've been trying to look on the bright side of things - he'll go and find a job and meet new people and be happy. But I also know, deep down, that I'm too selfish to believe it.
Gabe tries to lighten things up. He promises to come home on holidays, or if we ever need him. He says that he'll send us some money now and then. We don't really need it, though, now that I have a job. Finn's been looking for work, too. I think he's restless with the teapots, though.
"Won't you miss us?" Finn asks one night at dinner. The temperature in Thisby has been dropping significantly with December coming, so I managed to make a hearty stew that tastes better than the last two I attempted to make.
"'Course I'll miss you," Gabe says. "It'll be different without you two knuckleheads bugging me all the time."
Finn chuckles.
"What if you get lonely?" I ask.
"I won't. Hopefully I'll be too busy working and exploring to get lonely."
"You might say that now, but it'll be different when you're actually on the Mainland. Then it becomes real." I shove a spoonful of stew into my mouth to give myself time to continue my argument. "I think it's safe to say that you have never been lonely in your life. You've had us for so long. What's it going to be like when you go away and suddenly you have no one?" I'm pleased with my valid point. It's true. Gabe, Finn and I had our parents, and then we had each other for company. We've never been alone before. I couldn't imagine being on my own in some foreign place like the rest of the world.
"Come on, Puck." Gabe rolls his eyes at me. "I'm not a baby. I can take care of myself."
I hold my hands up in surrender and bring my bowl to the sink. "Just putting thoughts into your head," I say.
"If you did go to the Mainland," Finn says with his mouth full. "Where would you live?"
"If my employer doesn't house me, then I guess I'll have to stay in a hotel or something," Gabe says far too casually.
"What if you don't have enough money?" I ask.
"Honestly, Puck." Gabe places his bowl, rather harshly, in the sink. "Have you no faith in me?"
"It's not that I don't believe you can live on your own," I say to the window. "It's just . . . what if something happens to you?"
"Nothing will happen to me. I'm a grown man. You're my baby sister. It's time you stopped treating me like the baby." Gabe gives me a firm look before stalking off to his bedroom and closing the door. I sigh when he's gone.
"Are you worried about him, Finn?" I ask.
He gives me the frog face. "I still don't want him to leave," he says softly.
"Me either."
"Do you think there's a chance that he'd take us with him?" Finn asks.
I shrug. Honestly, I doubt it. Why would he want to? If he was such a grown man then he wouldn't want his siblings tagging along with him on his journey. Would he?
"It'll be really different with him gone," Finn mumbles.
"Yeah," I agree, scrubbing the pot that the stew was in fiercely.
"I don't like all this change, Puck," he says.
"I don't either," I agree.