My Ending For The Giver
Jackson Breyer
He awoke some time later, fifty-three minutes to be exact. As he sat up, he saw that he was in a small room, about ten feet by ten feet, and that there were portraits on the wall; they were mostly of a family. Jonas smiled to himself as he recalled the memory of Christmas that the Giver had given him. This strange room was much cheerier than the infirmary back in his town. The walls were painted a pale blue and there was white carpet. He was in a wooden bed with red sheets. He smiled to himself again; he liked the color red. Just as soon as he was done taking this all in, a woman with short brown hair and green eyes came in.
"I see that you're finally up," said the woman. "Hello, my name is Jane. You are currently in my house, and my two sons and daughter should be back soon. They were the ones who found you out by the shed. I have a few questions for you, but let's wait until your feeling better, okay?"
Jonas nodded his head as the woman smiled and left the room. After Jane left, Jonas realized that she had left something behind for him. It was an odd concoction that smelled good and tasted better. After three minutes of sipping it, he was shocked to find that he remembered it. It was chicken noodle soup. He had had it before, but he had never seen it so...colorful. I like this place, he thought as he put the soup gently on the bed side table and drifted off into a blissful sleep.
