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«The Giver, One Year Later. Part 1» Victoria Motta

Asher kept repeating the same thing to himself as he searched for the same rock he had been on the day before, when he found it, he got on his bike and followed the marks for a long time, it was strange that the security guards hadn’t noticed those marks.

It was getting late, but he didn’t care, the marks went on and on, after a while, more trees started to appear, and the marks became harder to see, plus he was getting hungry.

Asher returned home, finding his parents, his sister, and more security guards. “We were told that yesterday you also arrived at your house at this time, this is the second time”.

Asher’s parents had their eyes on the floor, his sister was looking at him disappointed. “That’s already breaking a rule Asher.” Asher started to feel very nervous, “the Elders are expecting you tomorrow to give you a warning.”

Asher felt very embarrassed, he had done things before, but he hadn’t broken any rules “I apologize to my community.” He had always wondered why apologies like that, he already knew it was out of respect, but saying that when there are only 2 people besides your family was kind of weird.

The security guards left and he went home to eat, his family shared feelings, and he did too, but again, he changed things a bit, and that’s when he started to think.

He had broken one rule by not arriving home on time, he had broken another by lying about what had happened and why he had been late… and now he had lied again, that was 3 rules. Asher went to sit on his bed trying to think of something else.

But the next day something strange happened. The Elders, after giving him the warning, sent him to the Giver. They said he just wanted to talk to him, which was strange, the Giver never asked to talk to anyone, “Asher Isn’t it?” The youngest approached him and nodded, “nobody can hear us here.”

Asher felt a little strange that he had told him that. Was it important? “I apologize for asking, but is it important that no one hears us?” The Giver turned to look at the younger man, he had to admit he was a little intimidating. Asher regretted asking.

He was about to apologize, but The Giver interrupted him “They’ll find out about your lies, then they’ll find out you lied by sharing your feelings” Asher got more nervous than he already was. How did he find out?

“There is no time for me to explain how I know that. I need you to know things, you are trusted, you are Jonas’ friend and you appreciate him,” that puzzled Asher. “I need to give you some memories, I need someone to look for Jonas” Asher felt like he was fainting.

“I don’t think that’s possible sir, only The Receivers can get memories,” the Giver smiled, Jonas may not have been able to do it, but he could. He knew that Jonas had managed to give memories to Gabriel, and he had tried to provide memories to his friend before, but, being new at it he didn’t have enough energy to pass on memories to someone older than a baby.

Anyone could receive memories, with some it was more difficult than with others, so when choosing the new Receiver of Memories they had to look for someone who could receive them easily, and who had all the necessary characteristics.

Days passed and The Giver had been giving Asher memories, like snow, animals, and other happy memories, but he had to be quick, so it wasn’t that long before loneliness and sadness were present in the memories The Giver was showing Asher.

Asher could not see the colors before, but, with the memories and with the help of The Giver, he could now do so. Sometimes appearing for only a few minutes, sometimes he could see them for a whole day, but in some future, he would be able to see them all the time.

Autora:

Victoria Motta

Mi nombre es Victoria Motta, soy una estudiante de tercero básico y tengo 15 años. Desde que tenía 13 o 14 años, empecé a escribir, y es algo que disfruto mucho hacer. La mayor parte del tiempo, cuando estoy en casa, me la paso escribiendo. La ficción es lo que más me llama la atención, ya que siento que es algo que ayuda mucho con la imaginación y te hace tomar perspectivas diferentes, por más imposibles que parezcan.
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