Valentine's Game
I do not own any of the characters which all belong to Orson Scott Card, or at least they all do at this point
This is my first real attempt at a fan fiction originally it was going to be from Peters point of view, I tried it for a good 5minutes and then I realized it sounded more like a point of view of Valentine. So this story will be about if Valentine was sent to Battle School along with Ender. I know I've made errors specifically in the punctuation, what I can say I basically flunk English when it comes to punctuation, but I assume my spelling is correct. Please review and give me critiques on it, and ideas you think I should add.
Peter was ticked, and that was never a good thing. Right now he was out in the woods, probably practicing vivisection on some innocent squirrel. How is it possible that he and I are related I mean the boy is all but a psychopath. And to think this is all over one little remark I made, I knew it would get him angry but I didn't think it would make him this mad. "Valentine, where's Peter?" I heard my mom call, "Oh he's probably outside playing in the woods, you know how Peter gets." I heard a sigh then my mom replied, "He's probably still upset about Andrew leaving for Battle School, I still find it hard to believe myself." I heard a sob and I knew she was crying and trying to muffle the sound. I wanted to go down and comfort her, but odds where she would be drinking and when she got drunk she got mean and violent. That's probably where Peter inherited his vicious personality, only his was constant.
Time passed slowly days became weeks, weeks became months, at some point I lost all track of time. Then the doorbell rang that fateful day, I thought for a split second it might be Andrew but then I realized that it was impossible there was no way he was coming back until he had finished Battle School. Sometimes life seemed so unfair, why couldn't they of shipped off Peter. Nobody wants him at home, or at least I don't, the teachers and my parents adore him.
"What!! You already have one of our children why do you want another one!" I heard my mom shriek or maybe it was my dad I wasn't really listening to the voice I was listening to the words. Thump Thump Thump. I heard someone running down the stairs, it was probably Peter, he just couldn't get over the fact they had chosen Andrew over him.
"NOOO! That's not fair, why her!" Peter shouted.
My ears shot up, had I heard him correctly? Did he really say her? Where they taking me somewhere was I finally going to see Andrew? I raced downstairs. My mom was sobbing, holding onto my dad, when she saw me she ran over to me and grabbed me with so much strength I could of sworn I heard my ribs crack. I got a strong whiff of her she smelled of scotch and vodka, not a good sign. I looked around looking for Peter dreading what I was going to find. Instead of the expected sign of him throttling a government official in rage, I saw him crying. He never cried, why would he cry? I wondered.
"Hello, I assume you are Valentine?" Said a voice that sounded slightly familiar, somehow even with my mom's unbreakable grip I managed to whip around to locate the source of the voice.
When I saw who it was my heart jumped. "Graff?" I asked.
"At your service milady." He replied, "I'm sorry to say that I haven't come for pleasantries though, you see Ender is having trouble at Battle School. He is refusing to do his homework, refusing to eat, refusing to participate in the battle room; he's refusing to do everything."
This made Peter smile, and then he spat out a comment I assume he thought was vicious, but really just made him sound pathetic, " I told you he was to weak, Andrew would never survive' I said, He's to little' I said. Did any of you listen to me? No, no one ever listens to Peter."
Graff just smiled, then he turned his attention back to my parents, "Mr. and Mrs. Wiggins' I assume you remember the contract you were made to sign."
"Yes, you got Andrew now what do you want we are only required to give up one of our children to you." My dad spat at Graff, but at the same time seemed to be crying.
Graff frowned for a microsecond, then reassumed his cold demeanor and said, "Ah, you should have read the fine print, you see it says that if Ender refuses to cooperate we are allowed to take one of your other children that will best help him succeed. You understand of course, that this is only business and is not personal in the slightest."
Barely able to whisper my dad replied, "let me see where it says that in the contract, please I can barely believe that we could have signed something like that, we poured over those contracts looking for a loophole. How could we of missed something like this?" Graff smiled and happily handed over the contract, my fathers jaw dropped and all he could do was stare at my mother. Then he said, "How could you sign something like this, you signed away possibly all of our children!"
My mom had a blank look, the look of a depressed drunk, when she replied "The contracts where so boring why should I have read them all, were a team and alls you did was pour over those stupid contracts looking for a bloody loophole! I got tired of waiting for you to finish them all so I forged your signature on a few of them." I tuned her out after that it was becoming all too dramatic for me, I just wanted this to get over with and let whatever happened happen.
"Yes well Ms. Valentine we have reviewed all of Enders videos from when ender had the monitor, and we have determined that you are what Ender needs right now. So we are enrolling you in Battle School as of…" Graff looked at his watch, "30 seconds ago, now come on you have to hurry up and get ready."
"But, but, but, my clothes my bags what will I need to bring." I stammered before I remember that I wasn't to bring anything to Battle School. "Right get in the limo Ms. Valentine where on a tight schedule, as I assume you have already guessed." Graff remarked, "Say your goodbyes and we shall be on our way."
I gave my mom and dad a hug goodbye, though I would miss them terribly I would not miss there fighting. Ever since Andrew had left for battle school my mom had become more and more of an alcoholic. I shook Peters hand even though neither of us would admit it we loved each other as siblings and would miss each other.
As all of this took place Graff kept looking at his watch, as if to say hurry up where going to be late. I took my time on purpose knowing it would annoy him, but even though it was impossible for me to believe I was extremely excited. I was going to battle school and even better I was going to see Andrew.
When I got into the car it suddenly hit me that I was leaving all my friends, my family, and my haunts. I began to cry like a baby, and Graff didn't even bat an eyelash at it.