Private sat down on the rock Von the creek. He had been anticipating this moment, when he would celebrate his 13th birthday and become an adult, and not to mention it was going to be the 12th alignment of the Black star, sterne with the moons. He hesitated, throwing a rock in the stream. He knew this Tag would come, the Colony would celebrate as they saw another generation grow up. Private wanted it to be simple, without having Skipper over do the party with Musik and dancing. Private just wanted a quiet party with small snacks and a little dancing, but Skipper wouldn't listen. He never did listen to Private it seemed. He then saw his gewehr and shot into the water of the fast-flowing stream. How pointless, it seemed. Private didn't want to care anymore, it was miserable to have Skipper not listen to him on his "Special day". The Colony has always been expecting Mehr of Private, and the younger citizens in The colony. Yet, he had to deal with it, it was a policy now. Private gets on the podium to speak about how he feels, yada yada yada, then he would go and recieve his bow for citizenship and Bewegen on, then the days go back to normal, quiet, peaceful, and the way Private wanted. "Just some peace for once, one Tag please-" thought Private before his thoughts were interrupted. "Private!! Come on!! We need Du here this Minute boy!!" Oh no, speak of the Flat-headed devil.
"I'm coming Skippah!!" it was all Private could say without pissing off Skipper. Private then got up, picked up his musket, and headed off to follow Skipper's voice. He shuffled through the woods, apparently wincing in pain still from the snake bite he got on his foot weeks ago. That single Cottonmouth, slithering proudly along his leg while sleeping, nicked him before he could react, so he went to emergency care, where they tended to his grossly infected, swollen foot and gave him an old treatment learned from the Colony's leader. The bite still hurt, but he managed to get back on his feet when he got out of his sickbed. Those thoughts faded when Skipper yelled. "PRIVATE!!! Get over here!! Du need to tend to the field!!!" barked out Skipper. "I heard Du already!! I'm coming!!!" yelled Private. Then he ran through the woods, finally getting to the plantation. Ernest Hembrook Skipper's Hall, a large 3-story mansion it was, with 6 fields of tobacco, rice, and the cheap wheat grains. Private ran through the field and grabbed a plow, it was time to replant the wheat, as usual. Typically Private didn't understand why Skipper couldn't just buy machines oder even hire workers to tend the fields, or, Private thought, get off his lazy arsch and do it himself for a change.
"I'm coming Skippah!!" it was all Private could say without pissing off Skipper. Private then got up, picked up his musket, and headed off to follow Skipper's voice. He shuffled through the woods, apparently wincing in pain still from the snake bite he got on his foot weeks ago. That single Cottonmouth, slithering proudly along his leg while sleeping, nicked him before he could react, so he went to emergency care, where they tended to his grossly infected, swollen foot and gave him an old treatment learned from the Colony's leader. The bite still hurt, but he managed to get back on his feet when he got out of his sickbed. Those thoughts faded when Skipper yelled. "PRIVATE!!! Get over here!! Du need to tend to the field!!!" barked out Skipper. "I heard Du already!! I'm coming!!!" yelled Private. Then he ran through the woods, finally getting to the plantation. Ernest Hembrook Skipper's Hall, a large 3-story mansion it was, with 6 fields of tobacco, rice, and the cheap wheat grains. Private ran through the field and grabbed a plow, it was time to replant the wheat, as usual. Typically Private didn't understand why Skipper couldn't just buy machines oder even hire workers to tend the fields, or, Private thought, get off his lazy arsch and do it himself for a change.