Kenzie Brooks needs to vanish. All she has ever known is a
string of misconceptions, including her name. Upon her mother’s passing, Kenzie
is left with no other choice but to disappear without a trace from all she has
ever known which is The Society.
She must vanish.
Will Kenzie be able to fool The Society into thinking she’s
dead? Or will they put the pieces together and discover she’s learned the truth
about where she came from?
The rain pelted my face, making my
tears obsolete on the dreariest day of my life. I watched the wooden coffin
being lowered into the ground with long leather straps. My world had changed in
a matter of moments.
Part of me wished I could go back
to those precious seconds before my mom had revealed the truth about my name.
What I thought had been real was actually a lie.
A lie.
The coffin touched down on the soaked earth.
Three men, known as Watchers in our private society, were to the right of the burial
hole. They pulled the leather straps from underneath the coffin, causing a
sound that had me gritting my teeth.
These were the last moments before
my mom would be buried for all eternity. Forever is a long time. It has no end
and no beginning.
The Watchers, men over eighteen
years of age who had taken an oath of commitment to The Light, stepped away
from the grave. Most of the time, they were nineteen before they officially
took the title due to the extreme training and discipline of the teachings. Essentially, they watched over our way of
life, keeping it pure and simple, ensuring all of our laws were followed. The
outside world was filled with sin and was doomed. Sometimes, I felt the
position was used as a way to keep females uninformed. Questioning thoughts
were not appropriate according to the teachings.
The rain continued as the men put
their hands behind their backs and looked toward the Keeper, the leader of our
community.
We never spoke of the outside
world. There were things we needed from it to survive, but we peacefully coexisted.
All of my life, I stayed within the walls of our community called The Society.
At the back of my mind, I always wondered what life was like beyond the
borders.
Stoically, I stood at the head of
the burial hole next to the Keeper. An
eerie chill ran down my spine being so close to him. Normally, I tried to avoid
his presence at all costs.
Lightning struck and I had to fight
not to flinch. We patiently waited until the Keeper deemed it time to speak.
The Keeper made all the laws and saw to it that visions he received from The
Light became realty. I never understood what The Light was, but to question it
was blasphemy. Basically, we were to blindly follow. Something never seemed
right with that thought process, but that was life.
The rest of the community, known as
Charges, stood behind the Watchers as their eyes casted on the casket.
Thunder rolled through the area as
the rain came down harder. My bonnet pressed against my face as I spared a
glance at the Keeper. He had on his black tall hat. His shock-white hair peeped
out underneath the brim. Every time I took in his wrinkled, papery white face,
I shivered. Something had always seemed off about him. My mind was numb as I
tried to process the loss.
At the beginning of 2013, she
decided to sit down and write it all down, but she kept it to herself. One
sentence developed into two, and before she knew it, she had the makings of a
novel.
Kristin tries to live life to the
fullest during every moment. She loves to travel and meet new people. She holds
a degree in International Business and uses it daily in her job. Kristin now
adds “author” on her list of jobs, and feels very blessed and thankful.
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