I walked along the cold hard floor, no shoes. Stones were sticking into my feet and I was sure I was bleeding. Making noises as I walked along the hard gravel, people gave me looks that suggested that they thought I was extremely weird. I told my mum that I was afraid of nothing. So, in conclusion to that, she took away my shoes for a entire week. My mum had always been strict, but when it got right to the point, she loved us. When I say us, I mean my dad and my two sisters. My dad fixes clocks around Defenceless, a worthless job I know. If I had my way, I would be on the streets, telling people not to be afraid of ladders. And for my twin sisters, they both totally belong in Defenceless, once I chucked a loaf of bread at one of them, and she started crying. I know they're only eleven, but there's no point in crying about it though, is there?
I could see my boring house and I wanted to dodge it on the way to the lake, to wash my feet. They were stinging like crazy, I decided to sit down for a bit, to rub the stones off my feet. I took a seat next to an elderly woman which got up instantly as I sat down. I looked around to see if anyone actually saw that. But instead, the woman joined a straight line and followed the crowd. It wasn't the law to walk in lines, it was just optional, my State chose to take that option. But as I say to my mum, I don't belong in Defenceless, so I'm not going to obay their rules.
After I rubbed off the stones, a boy hesitated to sit next to me, after he realised who I was, he ran to his mum a few people in front of the bench. I nodded in agreement, I didn't really want to sit next to him either. I'm not exactly a bad person, but I just want to get out of this boring place.
"There's nothing to do around here!" I exclaimed as I tiled my head back. People have learned to ignore me, but they probably agree with me. I mean, there's meant to be a park, but I grew out of that stuff ages ago.
I looked at my watch and it read, 5:44.
"Shoot!" I whispered to my self as I hopped up from the bench. I hobbled up to the lake to quickly wash my feet. The water at the lake was much warmer than the one at home, but when I say home, I mean the place I live. My mum wanted me home at five forty five, which is not going to happen in a billion years. As my watch ticked onto the forty five, I dashed home, which was thirteen blocks away. Dodging the strange, defenceless people whilst they drop their shopping bags that I've just knocked out of their hands. I don't mean to, but that's just a mistake, they need to get used to the way I do things around here. If I had my way, I would be in Valiant, and Defenceless wouldn't exist. I stepped through the door and my mum looked at me, serving the boring, fish and chips we have every night.
"Your late." She stated the obvious, I couldn't tell her that I went to the lake, she doesn't like me going there. Because there's a gate way to go into the forest which leads into Valiant. After like a weeks journey. She's way to protective.
"Yeah, I was at the...park." I lied, she knew I hadn't been to the park, but for arguments sake, she just went along with it. The twins came into the kitchen and sat down in their usual seats.
"What are we having for dinner mum?" They asked, totally in sync. It got annoying, if you'd have to listen to it for eleven years.
"Fish and chips." Mum said in her excited voice to get them hyped up about dinner. They feel totally different emotions about this place than I do. My mum says that they are just normal. So my own mums implying that I'm strange, abnormal.
After dinner and dads usual talk about watches, that we hear every night. The twins went to bed, they shared everything, rooms, they even have the same blanket. I get so annoyed with them. My mum and dad sat me down for a 'talk', I knew what this means. Their appalled with my behaviour, and they want me to act normal, but what is the definition of normal? My normal is obviously different to their normal.
"Can you just try act normal, for once." My dad questioned, that was a little too much for him to ask for.
"You see, cogs in a clock have to work together, if one if them stops spinning, then the others will stop to. So what I'm saying, you need to sort yourself out, or else, you'll be homeless."