This is my first Fan Fiction of it's kind. I mostly do Rent or Wicked ones. But we read the book in English and I saw that it would make a great Fan Fiction story. This begins where the book ends with Jonas walking towards the village PLEASE REVIEW.
I got to a house, any house at this point I didn't care whose it was, if they had food, if they had water then I would go there. I looked at Gabe, he looked horrible, he looked tired and starved, which he was, I only had good intentions I thought to my self I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought about the needle going into his head then I swear it was worse than any memory that the Giver could have given me, because I loved Gabriel.
I knocked on the first door I came to, while I wanted for someone to answer the door I wondered what where people like, real people not the genetically mutated scared out of their wits people that I knew.
The door creaked open, my breathing began to increase I squeezed Gabe hand tighter and tighter. When the door opened a man stood at the door. He was big, huge in fact. He had a huge stomach, I remember from one of the memories huge people with swollen stomachs, I assumed that sameness changed that back into the community.
He lifted his eyebrows, asking me what I wanted.
"I need food," I said not making eye contact.
A woman appeared behind him, she was smaller than him and she seemed cleaner than him too but they seemed to fit together still. "What does he want George," The woman asked.
"Food," The man replied. The woman's expression changed, she slammed the door. I didn't know what to do was I supposed to walk away or was I supposed to say. "Go away kid; take your son with you!"
I guessed that answered my question. Wait had she said my son, Gabe isn't my son. More like a brother, as Lily thought my blood brother. But we are to far apart in age to be blood brothers.
"Jonas, we get supper?" Gabe asked. I was afraid to answer the question myself. I didn't know, "Yes, Gabe we will," I lied.
I walked to the next house. I grew more nervous than I did the first time. I didn't understand why they turned me away, but it happened again. And again and again, until it was beginning to get light and I was getting tired.
One more house then if they don't let us then we will think of something else. I knocked on the door. I closed my eyes wishing that they would let me in. A girl answered the door the girl looked around my age.
She didn't bother in asking me what I wanted she just said, "Hurry come in," she ushered us in. She was thin with brown hair; she seemed to have the same kind of loving nature as Fiona. I miss Fiona!
Did you like it? Grammatically errors are always there, I know grammar isn't my strong point. Please review!