Have ya ever live in a world where things were counted as perfect. A place where there was no trouble, or a worry on your back? Everything was exactly how ya wanted it to be to call it home. Or a place with no mistakes...But eventually, mistakes are...
"Dont you kids come back in my yard with that-that arrgh!"
Shouted Emily as a couple friends and I scurried for the café. Our legs running like we were horses at a race.
"GO GO!"
My friend hurried me along side him. When we made it to the café, booming with costumers of colors you can only imagine, my friend and i sat ,panting and gasping for air.
"Did ya get it? Huh didja? Com'on lemme see it!"
I begged and tugged.
"Hey gey, shut it. Yea i have now."
He said nudging me off.
"Well come on now ,Erickson, lemme see!"
He chuckled at me and pulled out the small black bag. It was silk, and had a blue ribbon wrapped around it like present.
"What do ya think it is? Candy? Mojinka-coins? Somethin' we can get snacks with?"
I asked reaching for the bag.
"I dunno, Mojie...maybe Emma might know?"
He said shrugging .
"Aww nah, don't bring Emma. Ya know she'll start ta tell us what we're doin is all wrong abd that we gotta stop. She might even take it back. Lets not bring her in on this."
"Whatever you say, mojie."
We sat and peeked our head about, everyone was busy not paying attention to us, so we snuck out back and into the small hut i made. It sat behind the café building and tea shop. So it always smelt good and would be warm during cold days like this one.
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I was twelve at this time. Things were busy, and people were not free to chat. It has be three years since I had left the corporation, and soon enough, it was left at the fact I was a rebel.
"Whats so bad about being a rebel?"
Erick asked. Hes fifteen. He had lavender hair and red glasses. Wore a sweater vest, and was normally a nerd. But i dont mind it much. He can be rude sometimes, but Emma says thats just how boys will be. She even said I would become rude.
"Being labeled a rebel means ya don't follow the rest of the ants to the nest. Ya take a different path. The other mojinkas dont like that..."
I explained as I too out sone hidden snacks from my basket.
"Almost like...like if you didn't listen to yer parents. Ya got those right? I hear they boss their kids round and round."
"Oh well uh...my parents only do it to protect me as all. Not like they enjoy bossing me around. "
"Well i wouldn't like it. I couldn't imagine if I had to follow a code..."
"Mojie, we-ugh...look, you're still young, so you dont understand how Smalvil works. You'rethe nicest mojinka here, everyone says it. Normally rebels get treated badly right?"
