chapter 3
‘No worries’ he smiles‘I haven’t seen you hear before, you new?’ I say; no one has talked to me except to bully me, dissuading Tedry, so I'm surprised that he replies ‘yeah and as you probably know I’m that stupid guy over there’s brother, being a thief run in the family I guess’ he shrugs,’I'm Needless weird name right?’ Needless is a bit taller than me, he is quite pale and his brown hair swoops in his face, he looks quite nice (nicer than his brother anyway) then there is the dreaded question ‘so, what’s your name’ I can’t say I haven’t got one he’ll back away and I will be by myself so I think of the closest thing I have to a name ‘NN: I think mines stranger than yours!’ I say and he smiles phew! He hasn't gone away from me thinking that I am contagious: a girl with no name. Only Tedry knows I have no name and he only pitied me, I hate being pitied: at least he didn’t go away like most people.
I used to have a best friend called cite ; we were friends for a long time and it was only because she didn’t ask me what my name was, she just assumed that I had one like everyone does. One day she asked me and I was truthful: I thought she would understand and carry on talking, but I was wrong, very wrong she looked at me like I was dirt on her shoe and said ‘oh,’ and walked away. Even now she refuses to talk to me so I made friends with Tedry, he doesn't know his anyone in his family, so I am like his family.
I know I can never say to Needless that I have no name, maybe he will figure out what NN stands for. I don’t know and I hope that no one who knows such as his brother, won’t tell him, he’ll think I’m a creep.
‘So, did you get anything today?’ he asks and I wonder if I should tell him what I got today, would he laugh, yes, but I can’t lie to him again can I, maybe I can…
‘Nothing’ I sigh ‘I forgot my weapon so I couldn't get anything’ witch is partly true, so I guess it’s not truly lying.
‘Oh yeah, I forgot! You get weapons! What’s yours?’ he sounds so excited, weapons aren’t that big of a deal, or that could be just me, I have been holding one for nearly a year, ‘sword, I used to help my dad cut down the trees here’ then I remember the time I had to attack someone with it, I had to they were coming at me with a gun, it was a blur: run hit clang aim stab shoot death and regret.
‘Of course!’ I say. Oh my goodness! No one has asked me to do anything with them, let alone finding the right weapon for them! This day couldn't get any better!
We walk towards the stone cupboard which is falling apart because of the bombings from the capital. I open it carefully not wanting to brake it even more than it is. Inside I see gallons of different weapons from more of my swords to whips. I see Needless look round my shoulder and a look of shook and something else I can’t explain is on his face ‘what one do you want?’ I say to him ‘think about it: you can’t change it’ his fingers brush over the bow but then he hesitates as he sees a spear. He grabs it and looks like he’s about to throw it. That when I see his muscles and I wonder what he has been doing so hard in order to be like this; maybe he wrestles with his brother? ‘I think I will have this one, what’s it called?’ what he doesn’t know what he is holding I can’t help but smile I’m a year younger and I know what it is ‘that is a spear’ I say laughing ‘I thought you would know: you have a violent brother!’ I say jokingly. His face looks angry, oh no what did I say? Stupid stupid stupid, but he is not angry with me ‘dose he hit you often? He’s such a idiot with no heart!’
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