"shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" yelled a woman. She was in her 50s.
"Kids! Quiet down!" said a man after using a charm on his voice to make it louder. He was in his 50s as well.
9 boys and 7 girls quieted down.
"Now, it's time to eat." the man said. They sat down to eat.
In them middle of dinner the youngest child and girl looked at her father.
"Dad, can I be excused?" asked the youngest.
The youngest was the most different child from all 16 children. She had flaming red hair, and bright green eyes.Her name was Emblem Phyre Benson. She was 7 years old and was reall small. She had a leg brace on her right leg and walked with a crutch.
"Of course Emily." her father, Walter Benson said.
Emblem, used to being called Emily by her old father, didn't even try to correct him. She got up from the table and took her crutch and plate and emptied her plate out in the garbage and rinsed it in the sink before slowly walking out the door, getting her coat on the way out.
The Benson family lived out in the country side of England, near a small village-like town.
Emblem had been planning her leave for weeks. She was finally leaving. She had her things backed, and shrunken in her bookbag which she carried on her back, her broom, which she would never fly again was shrunken and put in her bookbag as well. She walked as fast as she could with her crutch and made it near the town.
It was still early, and the sun wouldn't go down for a few hours. It was warm out, but Emblem felt cold. She was all bundled up, with her coat, and she always wore a scarf around her neck, or at least a turtle-neck sweater.
She walked and saw her friend, Troy coming towards her.
"Emblem!" Troy said as he walked to her. He had wavy brown hair, that was the brown of a rabbit's fur and brown colored eyes, the brown of oak tree bark, with wireframe glasses and freckles. He was also seven.
"Hey, lets go." Emblem said. They walked throughout the town. "What do you have with you?" she asked Troy.
"I have my equipment" Troy said. His equipment is what he made bombs out of. And his clothes and some food and drink and a few books.
"Then come on." Emblem said happily as she led them into the forest.
After hours of walking they then camped out for the night at the edge of the forest that was at the border of a new town.
"Night Emblem." Troy said softly to his friend.
"Night Troyal." Emblem whispered using her friend's full name.
"Kids! Quiet down!" said a man after using a charm on his voice to make it louder. He was in his 50s as well.
9 boys and 7 girls quieted down.
"Now, it's time to eat." the man said. They sat down to eat.
In them middle of dinner the youngest child and girl looked at her father.
"Dad, can I be excused?" asked the youngest.
The youngest was the most different child from all 16 children. She had flaming red hair, and bright green eyes.Her name was Emblem Phyre Benson. She was 7 years old and was reall small. She had a leg brace on her right leg and walked with a crutch.
"Of course Emily." her father, Walter Benson said.
Emblem, used to being called Emily by her old father, didn't even try to correct him. She got up from the table and took her crutch and plate and emptied her plate out in the garbage and rinsed it in the sink before slowly walking out the door, getting her coat on the way out.
The Benson family lived out in the country side of England, near a small village-like town.
Emblem had been planning her leave for weeks. She was finally leaving. She had her things backed, and shrunken in her bookbag which she carried on her back, her broom, which she would never fly again was shrunken and put in her bookbag as well. She walked as fast as she could with her crutch and made it near the town.
It was still early, and the sun wouldn't go down for a few hours. It was warm out, but Emblem felt cold. She was all bundled up, with her coat, and she always wore a scarf around her neck, or at least a turtle-neck sweater.
She walked and saw her friend, Troy coming towards her.
"Emblem!" Troy said as he walked to her. He had wavy brown hair, that was the brown of a rabbit's fur and brown colored eyes, the brown of oak tree bark, with wireframe glasses and freckles. He was also seven.
"Hey, lets go." Emblem said. They walked throughout the town. "What do you have with you?" she asked Troy.
"I have my equipment" Troy said. His equipment is what he made bombs out of. And his clothes and some food and drink and a few books.
"Then come on." Emblem said happily as she led them into the forest.
After hours of walking they then camped out for the night at the edge of the forest that was at the border of a new town.
"Night Emblem." Troy said softly to his friend.
"Night Troyal." Emblem whispered using her friend's full name.