Grade 10/11 - I wrote like half a dozen chapters but when transfereing the files before my computer got swiped, i lost almost the entire novel. So all i have is the prolouge and the first chapter. (couldn't be bohered to rewrite it. So this is just the prolouge.

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What does it feel like to be the golden child? Well I honestly don't know, because I've been that way before I was even born. Everyone knew me, before I came to existence. Everyone wanted to be me, but at the same time, were glad that they weren't. So I guess you can say; it's lonely being the golden child. Everyone has high expectations for me, yet in this day and age I'm not needed. There is no war to fight, no need to hunt fast lengths to find food or lead to new ground. I'm considered special, there can only be one of me at any given time. I was born when the last golden child died, but I'm more special. Not necessary in a good way. The last time my stature was on this earth it was when my great, great, great grandmother was a little girl. That was just over four hundred years ago, so she tells me. You see, the term 'golden child' isn't just someone who is liked by all and that everything in life falls into place for them, without effort. No, it's more than that, its hell.

You see I am the golden child for the 3 remaining families of the Xanifia tribe. We are really one family closely tied through marriage and a couple thousand years of history. Now in the twenty first century we have spread out still meeting constantly.  We continue the customs almost the same way our ancestors did, learning our given positions in which each of us were more or less born into. Men were generally the hunters and leaders and the women were the home makers so to speak. My great, great, great grandmother is my main mentor.  I'm not really sure how many greats she is, so I just call her grandmother. She is old and still remains in her prison cell despite being freed over seventy years ago. I think she finds the place as a shelter from the altered world. But she is very close to my heart as I am the one who visits her every day to bring her, her food, where she tells me stories about her life and mentors me.

My Grandmother is the oldest in the tribe and everyone respects her. She has out lived nearly twenty golden children and knows the burdens I carry. She foretold my coming a generation early not that anyone knew what she meant at the time when she said my mum would bare the third child. You see in our tribe we have somehow created a gene or something that makes sure the first child is a boy and the second child is a girl. So whenever the third and proceeding children are born, the only way to predict the gender is through the wonders of modern science, except me. Grandmother knew exactly what she was talking about. The doctors told mama that they couldn't get an accurate reading from the ultra-scan so I remained a mystery. That was when everyone got serious. And two months later I came into the world at everyone's surprise, everyone's except grandmothers and the one who died that day.

Of course growing up I played with the other kids thinking I was normal, only now, I realise how much people pushed me to achieve. I will never forget that day when I realised I was different.

But I can't tell you that now; I have a job to get to.

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