Chapter 2
"Miss Wilson! I've tried to find a family that wants me, but I can't! No one wants a boy and his siblings that are just… well, not normal. I give up." John said. His parents died in a terrible fire that engulfed their home. "I'm too old for a family. They'd think my parents abandoned me and I'm cross. I know I'm not wanted." "It's not that John, It's just that, well I don't know. You are bound to find one family that likes you." Miss Wilson said. "I need some time alone, Miss Wilson." He ran up to the top of the building and looked out.
This always made him feel better. The forest in the north, the streaming river in the west, and the moor in the south. He never really looked at the marsh in the southwest, but he looked at it this time. Most families that actually wanted to see him came from the city. He hated the city. It was sad to see a electric power plant build over time and see many people come and destroy the trees and plants and scatter the animals. He was so lonely his heart ached. "Hi, John!" His brother Rob was his favorite sibling. He was the oldest of his siblings other than John.
"What are you doing?" "Enjoying the view, Rob." "I just was in a introduction to a couple, and guess what her answer was? 'No, we don't need a kid, thanks!' and rushed out the door. Sigh… We'll never get families…" Rob looked discouraged. "Let's just run away and find a home. Someone who'll likes us." John said. "We'll try those houses down there. Except Old man Hickory's. You know how he is, grumpy and self-centered. If we don't have luck, we'll sleep in that cave, and head towards town." John explained. "Perfect! I'll tell the others." Rob looked excited as he headed towards the others. Mom and dad told me to take care of the others, and that's what I plan on doing. John thought to himself, I can't let them rot here the rest of their lives.
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So far, they hadn't had much luck. Everyone wasn't home, apparently, and their last choice was to rest. "Let's head for the cave. I'm tired." John sighed. He chose a spot and laid down. A voice was calling him. Calling his name. John, John, the clans need you. He hardly heard the voice, but soon the wave of sleep crashed over him.