25 Days of Writing Challenge: Day 6

Day 6: How was your character’s childhood? Write a scene about them as a child. How was their home life? Their family? Their upbringing? Where did they grow up? What friends did they have?

Lemira’s childhood felt so far away and yet as though everything happened yesterday. She often remembered instances where she stood up to local boys when they bullied animals or other children. They never pestered her and she felt as though their cruelty extended farther than she knew, but she could affect only the world she saw. She remembered one particularly cruel encounter with Pumenth. She caught him as he plucked the feathers from a wounded sparrow that fell out of the nest. His face twisted with evil glee as he listened to the torment of the tiny bird. Lemira’s heart ached in her chest and even though Pumenth stood a full hand taller, she strode over and kicked him in the shin with all the might of an angry eight-year-old. He hollered and screamed until several adults investigated the racket. The adults didn’t believe him when he denied his crime and Lemira’s parents prepared a special treat for her for dinner that night to show their approval of her actions. Father gave her a public speech about not using violence as a method of correcting the wrongs in the world but winked at her when all the others looked away.

For several days after the incident with Pumenth, Lemira received more invitations for dinner than the usual one or two per moon but she never felt any closer to any of her peers. They all seemed nice enough, but she felt she had a drive they lacked. Demila remained her closest friend but even she felt distant. She’d lived in the village her whole life with her parents and never felt closer to any of the other villagers. If she stopped to think about it, she might have thought it odd, but too many adventures awaited in the nearby forest and too many stories remained for her to dwell on things that didn’t seem to matter.


About C.A. Jacobs

Just another crazy person, masquerading as a writer.
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