Bees

I held my hat in one hand. The other rubbing the dried dirt between my fingers from the night before in a field.

I had been living on the island of Chairnholn for practically 5 months now for I had been stranded along with hundreds of others on a boat to safety away from the war.

Most of the others had been taken in by other family's who felt bad for all of us but not me. For it was always first taking and people warded away from me to often.

I had almost gotten chosen a few times before, for every week on Sunday we would gather up and a family would take children one by one their smiles radiating off of each other.

The problem was I would be like the others happy and cheerful but most of all talkative and every time I talked a horribly terrible thing would happen.

For I had bees living inside me.

When I was little my mom made it seam like a gift. A personality trate that everyone had. I remember the day she had made me my hat to wear at meals inside.

I remembered opening the brown box to find the dark yellow travelers hat with the bees net around it and the small clips to pull up the net when I just wanted to wear it for fun. It was the best birthday present my mom had made me, I remembered jumping up and running to hug her my face nestling into her Carmel curls as she laughed and said "oh Hugh I love you so much"

Than I remembered that I would never see her again, for i would never see my father again ether and I would never have a family I could talk to and that's when I vowed to myself that if I ever had a family I would act mute and not speak, therefor no one would ever find out about my "gift". I touched the piece of paper inside my brown blazer along with the pen that I would use to write to people.

I herd the bell ring for it was Sunday, line up day. The day all the new-bees got chosen.

I started running stomping through the dirt road in my lace up military boots my socks started to slide down as one of my shoe laces untied with it.

I arrived in the line near the center of town stopping at the end. Their were nearly 10 others all stiff and quite as if someone had just shocked them.

I bent down to lift up my black socks with yellow trim on top when people started arriving in the towns square.
I retired my shoe and when I got up over 20 adults had arrived each wavering from each of us and than went towards one and picked up his or her hand and started talking to them.

I watched the others in awe as each of them were taken to the side and than walked away hand and hand with each other.

One girl in particular caught my eye though. She had blond hair and a slight English accent, her blue eyes looked like the sky and her lips reminded me of a Rose.

"I'm Lilly" she whispered in a pittete voice to a women with pristine curled hair and brown sharp eyes.

"I'm 12" she said keeping her head low towards the ground "I would love to be in your family with you too" she said raising her head ever so slightly see the women's eyes soften and then she took the girls hand in hers and

A slight piercing tap erupted from my shoulder and I spun around my eyes being forced towards a tall women in heels. Her hair was black with stripes of blue in them. Her dress a dark navy with juts in the shoulder and sides. And with her dark piercing hawk eyes I emideatly felt uncomfortable.

"Hello" she said her voice piercing the sweetness in everyone else's voices, she stuck out her pristine hand and I took it into my dirty one. She released quickly by following with "what's your name" her voice still solid and fierce.

I stopped still. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't say anything even though. I already disliked this women but I needed a place to stay and food in my stomach that was not from the trash. The women's face turned sideways as if in a questioning manner until she said "don't you speak?" This time it was more questioning though soft to.

I moved my hands together onto my hat rubbing my hands smoothly along the ridge. I felt ashamed and sad because I couldn't talk because of my "gift" I swayed to the side when I felt it.

The pen and paper.

I smirked and sat my hat on my head and fished them out of my pocket writing the words

IM HUGH

In nice bold letters. After I wrote it I turned my paper around and showed the women her questioning face simpisizing even more than before.

" hello Hugh" she said her face breaking into a slow smile " my name is Miss Peregrine and I'm here to help you" she placed a hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it away.

Help me? I questioned and wrote it on my paper showing it back to the women Miss Peregrine but she ignored it for she grabbed my dirty hand in hers and said "come" as she turned towards downtown through the main road and onto side road through the trees and through the woods.

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