Betrayed

Author's Note: In these upcoming paragraphs you will read about how the main character developed as the book went on.

Luke, an illegal third child, trying to pass by in life without being arrested. Scared, emotional, worried and quiet is how he feels 24/7. Wishing to not be an illegal child, living with guilt he hides for a large amount of his life. You weren't allowed to have over two children and if you had a third, they were known as illegal children. These children must be caught by the Population Police immediately and will be killed. 

While these kids seek hiding without getting caught, there number one thing is to have an I.D card. Some kids never left their homes and always used a different name. Each and everyone of these innocent children were horrified of what could happen to them.

Luke was sent away to a boarding school by a close family friend with a past third child of his own. Feeling confused, scared, and clueless he didn’t know what to do. He couldn't trust anyone with any information, except his fake name, Lee Grant. Lee Grant is an old child who had passed away a long time ago. As" Lee Grant" gets a little used to the school more he begins to feel more like he is fitting in. Going from class to class being confused every minute of everyday Luke felt lonely. He learns to just fit in and that’s when it all started, he made his first friend, Jason. 

While Luke gains a small amount of trust for Jason, he feels more like he is fitting in. Feels normal, safe, but not too safe. Luke has many scary feelings. He doesn't know what to do at some points in time. He's a quiet boy that only says a word or two and just tries to fit in. Through the overall story Luke goes from scared, alone, and worried to confidant, trust worthy and wanted. He influenced some of the other illegal children by telling them you can do anything. Luke reminds me of how David felt when his mother abused him in the novel "A Child Called It".  No one can be trusted when you are an illegal child.

Meow

Waking up with my brand new eyes, looking at the cardboard box, feeling the cozy warm sky blue blanket. While I turn my small grey head, I see my brothers and sisters playing. Feeling human skin on my fury belly  and all of the sudden I am out of the large brown box. I am pulled close to his heart feeling his stripped cotton t-shirt against my soft new fur. This boy, planted a kiss right on top of my head, between my small ears. Being pet for a large amount of time, he looks deeply into my small green eyes and says "Kitty, that's your name!". I felt like I was falling, so I closed my beautiful green little eyes and as soon as I felt a safe surface, I opened them. While seeing that blue blanket, I turned. As a giant claw attaches to my head I jump. After my playful fight with my brother, I fell asleep.

I've grown since the first time I had opened my eyes. It's been about three weeks since I've seen that box, but the blue blanket follows me everywhere I go. I have traveled from the box to a large cage surrounded by open space with many other different looking creatures. Being held almost every hour by a new person is different. I miss the boy who had picked me up for the very first time, I miss his small heart beat and his cotton shirt. I miss the way he kissed me right on top of my head between my furry little ears. While falling asleep in a clear box like cage, I felt a hand. The cage was shaking like an earth quake when he reached for me. As I woke, it was the him, and his cotton shirt I felt  the very first day. He walks away to the front desk, as the girl behind the low white chipped counter hands him papers, he pulls out a pen.

Before I could even blink, I was put in a grey carrying cage with that blue blanket I learned to love. As I see a hand reach for me, I jump into it. Seeing the boys face once again, I had this warm feeling right where my big heart is. I have learned to love the boy just how I love this blue blanket I now call my best friend. I feel different almost everyday, falling in love with this boy named TJ over and over again, loving him more than I love myself. I am not exactly young anymore, it's been years since the first day my eyes opened. They seem to say I am about 6 years old, but in my eyes I am 42. I don’t quite understand how they count years.

It' s been years since I've seen that cotton shirt.  Barley being able to move my old legs, I see pictures on a shelf I have never seen in my 14 years of age. Wishing to be a kitten again, I lift off the ground. Being cradled by TJ is the best thing I can ask for. In his arms I fall asleep purring until he fell into a deep sleep as well. To this day I will always love TJ and I know he will always feel the same.