Book what do you think? (written a while ago)?
Jul 29, 2009 by Anonymous-PRO | Posted in Books & Authors
This is a myth my sister wrote like 3 years ago. tell me what you think of it i think its good.
The One Day Clock
The rolling hills all around The New Zealand urban area have hardly changed, though The City has in its entirety. One thing that we do, however, keep alive in this modern day and age is the Naming Ceremony. It is held in mid-December, honest as it was back then. The ceremony is held in The City’s Center, on the stage that is now much too small for the current population. The celebrities are all the unsophisticated children who have turned thirteen in the past year.
They all line up underneath the Old Center Clock, and elect out a new Name, the name that they will enter into Adulthood with. This is now just ceremonial, of course, and the Name is added to their given name, often as a middle name. The new Name is chosen by the children, but their premised Name is still entered upon all legal documents.
The children and their families are dressed in traditional clothes, in various shades of brown, their curls also styled in the traditional way. After all the children are Named, they go out to eat at an expensive restaurant with their family and friends, a big departure from the old way of prospering back to your Rooms and moving all of your things into a new room, and going back to School or Work.
The part of history about the Naming Ceremony that is most ironic is the actually that in this ancient tradition (it dates back to 1,000 years ago) was the change that brought about the Downfall of The Old City. It was the one lass, (who broke taboo and eventually brought about the Downfall) who wanted the most to conform to all Traditions, Rules, and Taboos.
This damsel is the center of the story that is about to be recounted. The story starts in this very Center, almost one hundred years ago. It was Ten Month, One Day (Second Course), one hour before the Naming Ceremony began…
Chapter One: Naming Ceremony
“Care! Care Zeightten!” The decision came suddenly, startling Care out of her daydreams. Care looked around for the source of the voice. “Woe,” it came again. Care scanned the stage, which was currently filled with a few of the technical crew. She scanned the faces of people. None of them spoke to her, or noticed her at all. In low-down, no one noticed her, except when she messed something up, or… Care only knew of three people who acknowledged her existence. And she only knew of one who was in the Naming Decorum with her.
“Joy!” she called, “where are you?”
“I’m over here!” Joy’s voice said, “I’m onstage right now, see?” Disquiet looked. Well, she’s onstage now, thought Care, but where will she be three seconds from now? Care shook her head. Joy was a good cocker, but could be a bit eccentric at times.
“Hello,” Joy said, popping her head in front of Care’s face.
Anguish took a step back. “There you are, Joy. Don’t do that.” Joy grinned. Care sighed. “Anyway, what did you want?”
“Oh, nothing,” Joy said, dusting off her robes. She shook her lengthy, loose hair, so that red filled the air around Joy’s head for a few seconds. Joy stopped and pulled her hair back and looped it into a bun in seconds. “Years of waiting on customers,” she replied to Solicitude’s questioning look. Care nodded. She knew how prejudiced some of the Citizens could be. Some of them might even go as far to not shop at a place where this needful of, freckly, energetic girl worked. Care saw how some Students treated Joy in school, how they regarded this rule-breaking sheila, whose looks and beliefs conflicted with everything they were taught was normal.
“I’m surprised your parents let you, actually wanted you, to be a Name,” Care said thoughtfully. Joy shrugged.
“Dad wants to go into Politics, so they figure that having a daughter who conforms to the Oldest and Most Leading Tradition is a good key to getting higher on the political ladder.” Care nodded, not having a intimation about these “Politics” Joy always talked about.
“Besides,” Joy added, “they think that choosing a name is a upright that every child should have. Come on, let’s go sit down somewhere.”
Care nodded, and caught the looks of disgust aimed at Joy as they left. Or they might have been aimed at Dolour. She couldn’t tell. At least she wasn’t the only one who received them.
“So,” Joy said, as they sat on the Fountain’s rim, “what name are you choosing?”
“In reality…” Care paused, and considered. She hadn’t really thought about that. She shrugged, “Haven’t reasoning of one yet.”
“Well,” Joy said, walking backwards along the rim, “In that case-” she leapt off the rim, and pointed a influence in Care’s face “-I’ll tell you mine, just to make you feel guilty, being lazy.” As Be concerned tried her hardest not to burst out laughing, Joy climbed back onto the rim and stood as if she were the Governor, her chin thrust up, hands on her hips.
“Non-Conformity,” she said. She looked down and added, “What do you muse on?”
Care puckered up her mouth and pretended to be thinking really hard.
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