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Nicholas was a stocky boy. His feet were too large for his body and his hands too small. He tripped often and lacked proper physical shape, you would think he had no muscle or control over his body.
Nicholas lived in a small house, with small windows and a small door and a small bed.
All his family would cuddle up in the bed, attempting to not push the others out of it.
There were six people in Nicholas's family. There was Nicki, who would spend her life in a book, not go to school, just flip through the millions of pages. Then there was Noah, who was too quiet for anyone to stand, you were quite lucky if you heard him speak a whisper. Then Nell, which was short for Nelly, who was a boy. His mum said that she had run out of names, but Nell still hasn’t completely forgiven her, shooting at her the names “Neil” and “Neal.” Then Nerissa, who just sat in the ocean and twiddled her thumbs, completely forgetting what the world was. As you all know, there was Nicholas, and lastly there was Nicole. She was the mum of all them, and worked as a farmer upon the fantastic hill in which they lived.

But what about their father?


Their fathers name was Charles. He wasn’t needed anymore, so they threw him away.
It was for the best.

Nicholas sat on his desk, he twitched his fingers around, attempting to suck any sort of knowledge from the tall woman standing in front of him. Five students were missing.

They had been thrown away, his best friend Thomas told him.

“Oh.” He responded, and carried on.


Being thrown away was not a big deal, It just meant you weren’t useful in the world anymore. Who was useful and who was not was decided by PFHUIDHGI.
Order.
Order.
ORDER.

Thomas invited Nicholas over to his house, and after getting his minds approval, he carried on with him.
“Hello.” Called Lucy when he arrived. Lucy could not go to school. Lucy was a horrible person. She was a 12 year old like him and Tom, but Lucy was awful. She was forced to be stuck in a closet for the rest of her miserable life.
But it’s okay.
Who wants someone like Lucy contaminating their atmosphere anyway?
So Lucy, stuck in her closet, said hello to Nicholas.
“You’re a scum.” He spat at Lucy.
“Oh.”

Thalia, Tom’s mum, sang songs as she cooked soup for the family. Tyson, their father, read the newspaper happily.
“Lucy’s got five days to live.” Tom whispered to Nicholas.
“Oh.”
“Well, its fine, no one wants a scum like her attacking our house anyways.”
“I agree.”
Then Nicholas ran back home.

As he ran back, Nicholas saw a huge store. There were arrows that shot from the side, and arrows that shot from the other side.
“That store is weird.” He thought.
There was a very panicked boy there, probably about five or six, who clutched his hand very tightly to his dad.
“C’mon Victor. Hannah, Hollis, Hector, Hazel, no one wants you here.”
So Victor entered the store in a rush.
And Nicholas followed him.

The store was very big and black. There were letters printed all over the place.
“Hello.” He said to a woman who seemed to be very afraid.
“Don’t be scared, little boy, it’s all going to be okay! ALL GOING TO BE OKAY!” The woman shrieked to him, with such a booming and loud voice his ears didn’t seem to hear their surroundings for a while.
“My, you have a lovely voice. Whats your name?”

“B- B- Belinda.” The woman replied.
“That’s a very pretty name.”
“Not for them it’s not. I’m going to get thrown away because of it. Amanda, Aidan, Alice, Alexander, they all want me gone. And so does the PFHUIDHGI. Are you going to get thrown away too?”

“No.” Said Nicholas, and carried on.
There was Lucy.
She looked sad.
So did her body.
So did her face.
So did her legs.
So did her hands.
So did her everything.
“H- Hello... Nicho- Nicholas?”

“Hello Lucy.”
She stood up, shook his arm, and walked above him.
“Where are you going, Lucy?”

“Nowhere you’re ever going, Nicholas. You’re lucky, you know. You’re lucky your names not Charles.” Except this wasn’t Lucy.
This was Charles. Nicholas’s dad.
Charles walked around Nicholas.
“You’re really ugly.” He said to his son.
Then he began to pull Lucy. He pulled her arms, pulled her legs, until they weren’t there anymore. She was just a dead corpse.
“Did that happen to you too?” Nicholas tugged on his fathers hand.
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
Charles grabbed his son, pulling him over and under, laughing at him.
“Do you get thrown away here?”

“Yes.”
“Okay then.”
And Nicholas left the store, and slept.