Yes, the second chapter typed off the top of my head! That's a personal record!
Big surprise, I still don't own anything but the characters I made up. (And the plot, of course)
I still have no beta, and to make matters worse, I'm typing without my glasses, so if there are any weird mistakes in this, you can blame it on that.
Italics are thoughts, and my Inupiaq still hasn't improved.
Lastly, this whole story is inspired by Scott Westerfeld's book, Uglies. It's a great book, and if you enjoyed The Giver, I suggest you read it.
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Jonas thought his mind was playing tricks on him, his blurred vision thought it saw a girl standing over him, pressing her wrist to his forehead. But as his vision began to clear, he realized she was no hallucination, and as he had all of his sight back, he looked closely at her. She had chocolate brown hair that fell close to her jaw, and was cut in such a way that it framed her sharp features. Her eyes were a bit rounder than anyone's in the community, they were the color of her hair, and held mystery and depth.
At that moment, he thought he was staring at the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet.
"Ah, I see the apun nukatpiabruk has returned to the land of the living."
Jonas squinted and thought hard. What the heck was an apun nukatpiabruk? Then he remembered something, The Giver had transmitted memories of people who spoke in foreign tongues, this person must be one of them.
"G…Gabe." He choked out.
"Oh, you mean the feisty little qitunbauraq. He is well. I'm sure you have a lot more questions than that, you rest up for a little while longer and I will see about getting some niqi…I mean food."
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Jonas looked around the building. It was long, and had a high roof. Several other cots lined the wall behind him. There were two fires raging in fireplaces on both ends, and one large fire in the middle. Several people were sitting around it, conversing in mostly English, but occasionally adding snippets of their own language, or talking to a companion in their native tongue.
This place was unlike anything he had ever known.
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Estelle grabbed her Inuit-made parka and dashed outside. She was halfway to the supply house before her friend, Malandra, pulled her aside.
"Who's this refugee you brought in?" She asked
"You know; some runaway from the community," Estelle answered "I'd better get his food."
Estelle grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on, and hoped it wasn't something she would normally eat.
She sped back to the meeting hall, getting a remark from a Native American fellow about evil spirits chasing her.
"Note to self: Let loose some of my dogs on him." Estelle thought.
She burst through the door as stopped suddenly. Regaining composure, she walked over to Jonas.
Jonas scrutinized her further as she came over. The Giver had given him memories of jungle cats, and as Estelle walked, he found himself comparing her motion to the cats'. She appeared aware of all her surroundings, and looked as though she could pounce at any time. She was defiantly not a person to be messed with.
She pulled up a chair beside Jonas, pulled out a knife, and poked a hole in the can.
"Well," Estelle said "I'm sure you want to know who I am, eh? My English name is Estelle, but my given name is Biisaiyowaq, my parents called me Buniq, and my little brother calls me Ikniqpalagaq. You can just call my Estelle. Anything that you wish to know."
"Yeah, where am I? What is this place?"
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apun nukatpiabruk-Snow boy
qitunbauraq-Baby
Niqi-meat, food
Biisaiyowaq-Clever person, one who solves problems
Buniq-Sweet daughter
Ikniqpalagaq-Lighting in the sky