Coming of Age

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
Birthdays are a fun time, especially your sweet sixteenth right? Wrong! In Alice's world, it means leaving your friends and family behind for good and forgetting they ever existed. It also means a new way of life? However that view is twisted inside and out when Alice truly discovers what it is to be sixteen.

Submitted: July 24, 2013

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Coming of age is always difficult right?

I mean no-one can say that the day they came of age, they were ecstatically happy.

Coming of age means accepting a whole different ball game and an entire change in your life.

You no longer are considered a child, and therefore a son or a daughter. Your memory is erased and you are thrown into The War.

So you could say I wasn’t looking forward to my sixteenth birthday. It was a sombre affair.

My elder brother, Peter had left two years previously – my mother had a scrapbook full of his photographs and memories.

There were  photographs, right up untill his sixteenth birthday party where he stood in his uniform, about to enter the memory eraser and enter the war.

Every home has one and then an exit door the other side, for when the child has forgotten and is leaving.

The room is one that has only has one door to the person inside. We can only see our home but when you turn sixteen...you see only the entrance to a battle.

My small sister – who I could never imagine to be a soldier – she was far too frail to be a soldier, or a warrior, stood before me and asked a question that broke my heart.

“Don’t forget me, will you Alice?” Little Lily gave a small whimper.

“Now, now Lily. Alice is turning sixteen.” My father walked in, with tall striding steps and picked up my six year old sister in his arms.

“Now, a family talk is generally required at this point but as Alice already was present at our son’s departure, there should be no need for the conversation.” Alice’s mother walked in with a strict and firm posture.

Only because Alice knew her so well, could Alice see the tremors in her mother’s hands as she pulled out the chair and brought another scrapbook to the table.

“There are families, across this world and across these galaxies whose children leave and forget. They forgot their families and forget everything they have ever known. But we do it for a cause. The war is many headed enemy with a thousand faces, and we, in order to protect ourselves and carve out a brighter future for the entirety of our species give our children up willing. Today when Alice leaves, we will hold our heads high. We will add another name to our shining plaque outside and we will look to the stars and think of her. We will be proud. So when you forget, and all these memories are forbidden to you – take this note. When Peter left he took the same words.

We have never been prouder. Find each other on the battle field.

Alice’s mother passed over a note and then stood, staring at the door.

“Almost 6:16 Alice dear. Almost your birth time.” Her father gripped his eldest daughter’s shoulders.

“Let me take a photo of you in your uniform.” Alice’s father stood his daughter next to the fireplace, and handed her a gun – the weapon destined to be hers for the duration of the war.

Her blonde hair was swept back in a high ponytail; her slender frame trapped inside the tight fitting warrior uniform, the fire behind her made her look deadly.

“Solder Alice Trillton.” He nodded respectfully. Alice watched her mother slip quietly out of the room as tears began to escape her. Her father had silent tears dripping down his face. “Alice! Alice!” Lily began to shout as Alice turned the handle on the dreaded door.

She turned to face an empty white room, with a solitary white chair in the centre. Lily’s cries echoed in her ears.

“Soldier Alice Trillton, welcome to The War.” A cool female voice echoed around the room. Alice looked for the source – a computer screen on one of the walls.

“Soldier Alice Trillton...” The screen flickered and the voice faltered. Green and red sparks began to emerge from the side of the very wall. An explosion caused Alice to grab for her gun – already she had gained the instincts of a trained soldier. The door burst open and a group of four men burst through.

“Alice! Oh, Alice! Everything they told us was a lie.” The leading man rushed forwards to hug her and pull her out of harm’s way.

“Sorry – what is this? I’m sixteen, I’m going to war...” Alice desperately tried to free herself, convinced she was in a ploy or a battle.

“Alice! Don’t you know who I am?” The man – whose face was worn with scars and ragged stitching, looked heartbroken at her words.

“I’m sorry...um..” Alice craned to see the name on the badge, “I’m real sorry Soldier Peter Trillton.” Alice took a step back, nervously anticipating the next move.

“I promised her I would save her on her birthday.” The man – barely past being a boy, cupped her face, “Oh man, I promised her I wouldn’t let her forget. Happy birthday little sis.”


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