Ikra(2)

Chapter 2

Ikra

"Wake Up, wake up Ikra. Its almost time for the festival." These are the words that I wake up to. On a saturday morning these are the last things i want to be woken up to. I want to wake up to a Bird's chirping, or a ray of sunshine, not my fathers voice. My name is Ikra, I am 17, and I am the second most hated person in Typoe. Guess who is the first? My father. Why? He slaughtered his own brother. I guess you can say thats a good reason not to like him, But I'll get into that later.

I lazily get up out of bed brush my teeth comb my hair and do the normal morning routine. but today is different. I'm nervous. My family is the richest one in Typoe. I guess you could say I'm spoiled, but being rich has its ups and downs. sure i get almost everything I ask for, but its hard because everyone in town is somewhat jealous of my family and holds a grudge against me as if i could help it, and to make things worse I have to stand up there, and give a speech about the history of Texte and how Typoe influenced it. So great, i have to stand up in front of crowds of people that hate my guts. and give a speech about something I know nothing about.

And to make matters even worse, The mayor, Tatyal, has my family and I under a very close watch. one false word said in the speech could result in years of punishment. But i cant focus on that right now even though i know i have to, I cant. My mind has blocked off anything that doesn't have to do with Betaw. I like her but i dont think she feels the same way about me. I check the clock, Crap I'm going to be late I'm supposed to meet up with Lamao at 10:45. I grab a piece of toast and my speech for the festival and I'm off, down the road to Lamao's place.