Hi, everyone! My awesome mother is hosting a page one critique on her blog in honor of her 200+ followers and a new author named Heather Burch. She just had her first book, Halflings, published. I saw at on the shelf for ‘New Top Teen Picks’ at Barnes and Noble yesterday! I can’t wait to read it! Mom said it was really good and she usually has good taste in books so I suggest everyone go out and buy a copy now (well, after you read my blog and leave a helpful comment of course). I wanted to play, so I started a new novel today. It is written for middle schoolers by a middle schooler:) The title is Untouchable.
“Do I have to?” I asked. Well more like begged. I mean I didn’t want to be responsible for ending a life, even if it was just a cow. The India sun beats down upon us, a rooster too old to crow started running when he spied the shotgun on the nearby tree stump. I’m an untouchable. We do the jobs that ends lives [like fishing and slaughtering], sanitation work, dealing with meat eaters and worst of all, murdering cows then getting rid of them. So basically the jobs no one wants. Yeah, it’s officially outlawed to have untouchables in India now, but try telling that to our corner of the earth.
“Well it’s either the cow’s life or yours, Abhaya,” my older sister, Ramani, replied snappily. She’d been doing this for years now, and could honestly care less about the innocent little creatures. Of course, they’re not so little at seven hundred pounds. As long as it kept mom and dad in the house, for now anyway. Without Ramani’s help, my parents wouldn’t be able to keep the farm running. Yesterday was my twelfth birthday, no more easy chores around the house for me. Now I have to earn my keep. “Here you go.” Ramani hands me the gun.
I take it sadly. “Before he goes I would like to say a few words over him.” I gaze at Ramani for approval.
“Whatever Abhaya. But make it fast. After this we have to…you know…collect human waste while Mom and Dad hang the cow to bleed out.” She fake gags at the last part. Ignoring her, I start my speech.
“We are gathered here today for the death and funeral of Bob the Cow.”
“Bob?” I glare at her. “Sorry! I’ll be quiet!”
“Bob was a good cow. He never did anything wrong. But sadly people had other ideas on his glorious life. Well I’m sorry Bob! When I kill you know that you will be reborn again. Maybe into a better life. If you do please help us. For we are the only ones who stood by you. Goodbye Bob.” Ramani watches me with fearful eyes as I fire a shot into his neck and cry. “Goodbye Bob.”
“Finally,” Ramani says acting annoyed even though I can tell she feels terrible. “Let’s go. The faster we finish the faster we go home.”
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