Wanna bet?
“Why should I be the one to care for it? Is that even necessary?” holding a breath bathing under the sea of clamps and blurbs.
“Dana, you need to, and it’s the best for you with your stances and blood, I don’t know what to say and I don’t want to mention anything about it” she insisted while packing the food I needed for the penchants.
I don’t understand, I can’t even hold a penny for the day, I always end up losing it without consideration.
I could easily be distracted.
Why me?
She left accompanied only by her notebook, leaving all the property within my senses.
No high deals, but the mere fact that our place were swamped by number of wagerers, wandering on place has always been the raged of my mother, for the reason that they’d illegally take some of our properties, expressing their spiteful dominance.
I’m not fond of them, she either but can managed.
I remember the day where this place wasn’t the favorite spot of wagerer, I used to play alone outside the barn holding bunches of ties I made and accessories to freely give into anyone outside.
I only got six bracelets that time with the lush of blue and black paddled sequence encircling, personally and intentionally planning to give one to the woman who guards the toy store I always visit, intending to please her to let me in, I decided to make one for her, but to my horror, I found her bathing with blood while bunches of man leaving her store gathered the jewels the toy store is selling.
They don’t mind the kid wandering around so when they have seen me, they’ve only ignored and walked past me.
It was a traumatizing moment of my life where I stood there on the spot for like I don’t know what hours until my mother found me in there, worried that I spent the day outside without even coming back home.
One year have passed since that traumatizing day on, those familiar troops started to pest in our place. Only to find out that our village was on sell, and they were betting on one of them of who to lead the place. Things were starting to heat up, they were territorial, our neighbors began to move their place, no longer wanted to risk their peace in this corrupted and messed up place.
This is a standard, the number of troops I witnessed on that store is not even the percentage of this people, they were like nomads, who just flows from what village they’ve heard as on the process of development, and they, were up for it.
They want to rejoin the development...
I don’t know if I will just defend our property or just need to play along with their betting game to maintain the right track of our wheel.
How did our neighbors deal with these circumstances?
Too much reconciliation for the things we were confused about.
When I think about the question “Who’s the lead?” that I always ask in one of them when had a chance, I’ve always got the answer in line with this “Wanna bet who it is? We don’t know, we still don’t know yet” for like 7 years of age, still no person leading the troop.
Painstakingly frustrating from the idea that no one, will, settle their minds as one, but an eye for competition and prizes.
A passage from Voice 2: I seek
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