So I finally found time to start writing the book I mentioned earlier...I wasn't writing for long so it might not be great but anyway for anything I write I rewrite it a million times til im pleased. But this is what I got at this point. Hope its ok. I named it Erasure...i'm not too sure if i'm gonna stick with it but...that's what's going now. If any better ideas for a name...shout it out
Erasure
By Yasmin Altamar
I sit in the high grass on a hill, on the outskirts of my small town, overlooking all the houses and people working outdoors. I look over my shoulder, down at the pile of books I salvaged from an old abandoned library that everyone was told was forbidden and dangerous.The story why was always different; mainly because everyone wouldn't remember the story told before.
Most of the books contained information from how things were in the past. Information that I feel was purposely being withheld from everyone. At first, it seemed like everything was normal, until gradually everyone forgot one another, forgot their feelings, forgot their ideas, forgot what makes them a person. And i'm the only one that noticed.
Periodically, I feel something in my mind gnawing at my memories, ideas, things that are important that make me who I am. I fight it back, and hang on to them. At times, it seems too hard, and I feel myself slowly start to forget, but by that time, my heart starts to race; afraid that i'm about to lose myself, and the blood flowing to my brain is better, and I am able to hold on to some of it before it all disappears.
Something needs to be done, I think for the hundredth time. I glance forward once more at the town and get up. I pick up my books, stuff them in my backpack and walk downhill with it slung over my shoulder.
I walk onto the small dirt road, and make my way into the town, passing the rows of houses towards the center of the town. I glance at the people; no one taking notice of me because of being so engrossed in their activities.
It starts to rain, and I pull my hoodie over my head. As I walk on, the rain starts getting harder. I'm not gonna make it back home. I look at the surrounding buildings, and found a little diner across the street that everyone must of forgot about. I rush over to it, and try the door that was left unlocked. I walk in and look around. As I thought, empty. I take a seat on the nearest barstool and put my backpack on the counter. I unzip it, and take out one of the books; this one containing information about earth, the continents, and had enlarged maps.
In one of my searches for information, I found this sign in a pile of debris that said, "New York City Turn Right" so naturally I searched for a map of this place; in hope it would give me some answers. Once I found it, I circled the spot on the book. Now I turn to the page, and inspect it once again.
"So you're a reader." I hear and jump in my seat. I sigh. I have been trying to avoid talking to people. How can I just talk with them normally, like everything is fine? I felt like just turning around; and leaving without making eye contact. It would be rude, but whoever it was would forget it once their memories are wiped again. But instead, I turn around, and see a girl; sitting quietly in one of the booths aligned against the wall. I'm confused for a second, unsure why. Then it hits me... I know her.
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