The wave of black cloaks was starling this early in the morning. There was just enough light to distinguish the difference between the black of the cloth and the dark of the morning light. Gray was seeping into day like India ink and water. The breeze was brisk and reminded Emily that she was awake and that her bed was warm after all. She trudged behind silently, as everyone else did. Sleep still on everyone’s mind. Everyone’s except the tallest figure ahead. Emily had a feeling that Eliza had not gotten any sleep recently and that she had stopped believing in it let alone thought about it. Eliza led the group. She was a full head taller than all the girls around her. The last one. Eliza was the last girl of her age left. Everyone had moved on to the fields of labor as it is called. Those with fertile fields were sent to learn woman’s work. Eliza was left two years between her and her last peer. Many were whispering that she might never make the trip and what would they do with her then?  If it had happened no one here could remember but then how long was any of our memories? I was twelve and already felt the stirrings of disjointment. There was something off about Eliza. We all felt it and kept our distance. She was aggressive and wasn’t above slapping the younger girls. She hadn’t tried that with me for a long time. I didn’t slap her back. I kicked her in the knee and then kneed her in the stomach. She was a bully and I wouldn’t have it. I wasn’t aggressive, and so didn’t want a rivalary or have to look over my shoulder. It wasn’t going to happen. I wouldn’t fear her. She was taller than I was. She had weight over me, but she was a brute throwing her weight and height advantages over others. She didn’t know what she was doing. She had the advantage of having little girls who were afraid of her. I’d seen worse, so I wasn’t afraid. How can you be afraid of someone who is terrified? Because she was a girl scared out of her mind and was acting like she wasn’t. That’s where her aggression came from. She was laughing into the storm.

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About the author

Carley Hibbert

I just finished writing my first novel The Villain's Assistant. I'm preparing to submit it to an interested publisher.

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