Responding to chp.7&8

7. At the beginning of chapter seven all the parents with no children or just one kid came to the ceremony to get a child. It talked about how when a child isn't behaving the right way a mother or father can call there child by their original name (which is a number) like "Number 37, get over here now!"
   
8.Jonas was really excited to be a 12. Asher becomes a instructer of 3's and another girl named Inger got assigned to be a birth mother but when it's his turn to get a assignment the announcer skips over him. Jonas was really stressed out because he had no idea why he didn't get a job. Then finally when all the 12's where picked the person finally came back to him and said "Jonas has been selected to taught by the giver.

Allie Brown 2 By Jessie Robicheaw

Why hello again! I am so glad to see you! Today was a very important day, it was the ceremony of 12's. We unfortunately could not attend since Molly is only a five, but we heard all about it. Everything went smoothly up until they reached number 19. They skipped right over him! Then at the end of the ceremony they called 19 up and told him that he was the chosen one. When I heard this I was very excited. We haven't had a new chosen one in forever! Oh, I wish I could have been there, it sounded very exciting. Well, other then that, not much has changed around here. Oh! I almost forgot, Josh unfortunately had to release someone this week. It was quite sad because he was only a 13 who got in trouble way too many times for taking food from the cafe. Also there was a newborn who, like Molly, had pale blue eyes. I still am not used to seeing it but oh well, what are you gonna do about it. It was wonderful talking to you again! Come back soon!

Ceremony of Twelve

          Well, today was the day. I knew my daughter, Anna had been crossing her fingers. There was really no reason to. Everyone knew she would be a caretaker of the old. Her birth number was five, one of the earlier for her group. Lucy and I where in the back seats listening carefully as they went along the line of twelves. One was called up. It was a male. He was given the job of pilot. That brought back good memory's. Next two went up, then three, and then four. "Five." It was finally Anna's turn. She slowly walked up the stairs. They gave a nice speech. Then she got her job. It was Caretaker of the Old. A huge smile broke across her face. She couldn't wait to start her training.

Allie Brown by Jessie

Hello! My name is Allie Brown. I am a 27 married to a male named Josh who is also a 27. We have one child who is a female 5 named Molly. I work as a nurturer, and Josh is in the law enforcement. We have a family unit near the school on seven street. Josh and I aren't exactly friends but we don't have any choice so we just deal with it. One thing I personally don't mind about Josh, is that he keeps people who do the wrong thing in line. Something I hate about his job is the fact that sometimes he has to release people. I believe that people make mistakes and  they don't deserve to be released for having an accident. Anyway, I love working with new borns. I love to see their little faces every morning when I I come to work. Our daughter Molly is different from everyone else. She has pale blue eyes and is super funny but she also doesn't dream. The nurturers and I are trying to figure it out but no matter what we do we just can't seem to figure it out. I hope one day they will solve thus problem. It was wonderful meeting you! Come back anytime you would like

Emma Zeenburg

My shoe laces were cold and stiff when I sprang through the house of my dwelling. My mother was making some sort of soup and a golden glow emanated from the kitchen. I pulled off my boots and shook out a puddle of wet snow and stripped off my soaking undergarments. I turned back to look out the window, watching as the needle-nosed plane whizzed out from behind a patch of trees. I called out my mom and she dried her hands then came running. We watched in fascination as it disappeared into the sky. My mom, who was only a Thirty-Six, paired unusually with my father who was much older, called to my little brother Kyle. He stepped out of his room, holding his small comfort object called a zebra. I have never heard of a zebra, but my father told me they are decorated in beautiful black stripes. Kyle rubbed the drowsiness out of his eyes and scratched his long dark hair. Kyle, only a Six, still had long hair. He climbed up onto a cushioned chair and peered out the window. I turned my attention back to the window where people had started to gather to watch the plane. I saw a boy, who's head was craned up to see the aircraft. I thought he was beautiful. He had short cropped dark hair and light eyes. I wondered about those eyes. They seemed to hold so much mystery and sorrow. I wanted to shake the sensation out of my head. I had already started to have weird feelings. My mother called them Stirrings. I told her and she gave me large white pills that supposedly made them disappear. Even though I knew my friend Fiona had started taking them, I almost liked the feelings. They were nice, nice to think that someone cared about me and that I cared about them. I am only an Eleven of course, and if I don't take the pills, people will start to wonder about me. What if I'm released for not taking them? I tried to push that to the back of my mind. I shoved open the door in front of me, releasing the warm air that was trapped in our small dwelling. Out of the entire town, our house might have been the smallest. It was old and shabby, with a tilted roof and broken shutters. I stepped outside allowing cold air to wash around me. I was about to talk to the boy when he tugged a little girl, probably a Seven or an Eight and ran into the crowded streets. I tried to bite back my disappointment and grabbed my bicycle. It was already time for my volunteer hours at the Nurturing Center. I loved watching the little Newchildren grow up before your very eyes. They were fun to play with of course, and I loved the little male called Gabe. He looked a lot like the boy in the crowd. With the same light and mysterious eyes and the ruffled dark hair. I zipped through the streets and turned a corner. There, I rested my bicycle on the bike port and jogged up the marble steps. Upon opening the door, I instantly heard the wailing of Newchildren, hungry, tired, or needing to be changed. I couldn't wait for my Ceremony of Twelve where I would no longer have to volunteer and I could get my real job. Taking care of the Newchildren was fun, indeed, but it was a long and tiring job. I wanted to be a Nurturer, like my father. Or a construction worker like my mom. She had rough hands though, from all of that hard work, whereas my father had soft gentle hands from working with the Newchildren. I peered inside Gabe's crib, and he lay sucking on a plastic stopper called a binkie? He was small for his age, almost too small. I reached under his soft chubby arms, and lifted him from the bed. He was surprisingly heavy for such a small Newchild. I took him to a shelf and changed him, patting the back of his head gently as I cleaned his backside. Ruby, my supervisor was standing in the doorway, watching me work. She was tall and sturdy with large hands and a muscular face. She was very gentle, though, tending every Newchild with care. She patted me on the back and told me I could go after I washed up. I cleaned and dried my hands, leaving Gabe sleeping soundly in his little bed. I left the Nurturing Center, and headed for the square. I hadn't thought about the plane much since this morning, but it buzzed in the air like a swarm if gossiping bees. I heard it everywhere, whispers of the pilot and his plane. Startling me, an announcement boomed over the loudspeaker. "Attention! Needless to say this pilot will be released." The words stood in the silence for what seemed like hours, until people resumed their usual work. The Ceremony of Twelve was tomorrow and I hadn't even though about what my job would be. Upon reaching my dwelling, I pushed open the door and headed straight for my room. It was neat and tidy, yet very cramped. Our small crooked house only provided us with small crooked rooms. I had just lay my coat in the bed, when Mother came in holding a cup of tea. She sat next to me and set down her cup. " I know scared you must be, considering your job will be picked tomorrow. Tell me how you feel," she said, almost like a robot. I hated the way people talked like they were required to say things, which they were. We talked about my feelings and the coming day. I couldn't explain the feelings, different from the stirrings, yet nothing I had ever felt before. I felt....anxious? I was waiting for the announcement of my name, the cry of my future. Mother gave me a robotic hug, patting me three times on the back. She told me," When I was given my job at The Ceremony of Twelve, I was nervous and excited just like you. It will all work out I promise."  My mother got up from the bed, the mattress making a noise that sounded like the the animal Father described as a toad, and left the room. She left me thinking about what tomorrow would bring, and what I would be given as a job. The thoughts swirled in my head as I gulped down the white pills, that I had finally decided to start taking, and the thoughts became dreams, and I drifted off to sleep.

The next day brought a warm sunshine and a chilly summer breeze. It was brisk outside, but very sunny. I pulled on my nice dress pants and then my white blouse. I threw on my coat and trotted downstairs. The sun shone through the dusty windows, creating dancing specks that streamed from the window panes and onto the wooden floor boards. I strode into the kitchen, looking as confident and grownup as possible for Mother and Father. Kyle was already at the table, dressed up in his buttoned coat and his hair combed straight. I sat down cautiously at the table, folded my napkin and began to eat my oatmeal. It had just brought the spoon to my mouth when Mother announced it was time to leave for The Ceremnoy of Twelve. I shoveled the rest of the oatmeal into my mouth and grabbed my jacket.  We pedaled hard and fast to the Ceremony, leaving our bicycles on the bike port. We hurried inside, searching for a seat. The young Fours had already become Fives, and the Fives had lined up. I found a seat near the back, behind the boy from the streets. He was shaking slightly and I found that I was shuddering, too, nervous and anticipating the moment I would get my job and become an adult.We sat through the Sixes, where Kyle became a Seven, and we clapped politely. Next, the Sevens, Eights, Nines, and Tens were called to the stage, and presented with their age's gifts. Finally the Elevens were called. The announcement was loud and it echoed through the building. Obediently, the Elevens sat in their chairs, restless. In alphabetical order, the names of all the Elevens were called, and of course, being a Z in the alphabet she was dead last. The others sat happily, for their jobs had been picked appropriately for them. She stepped up from her chair and gulped, surveying the audience, who peered expectantly at her. The man smiled at her, shook her hand and shouted,"Emma Zeenburg has been assigned as-" but before he could finish, an explosion shook through the building and everything blacked out.

The giver

Hi my name is Clay. I have a sister that was released when she was a 9. My family unit is kinda messed up we live right on the corner of maine street. My mother and father are both work in the  nursery  I am a 13 everyone thinks me and my family unit is weird I don't like bikes I only bike when I have to. I have been bullied ever science I was a 4. I am now starting to become a adult. I don't get to see my friends a lot any more but I do have some new prevleges. My mother allways tells me that with new prevleges comes responseabilities. My mother is very quite and shy. She only speaks when she has something nice of meaningful to say, I like that about her. On the other hand my dad is the opposite he is loud, bostful, and narcissistic. He is very strong but he only works in the nursery.
The little I remember about my sister is that she had brown hair, a pointy nose, and brown eyes. Sometimes my parrents talk about her when we talk about our feelings. I hope they asign a new sister to our family unit some time soon.

The life of Phil Chaznek by Kyle

Hi my name is Phil Chaznek and I am a 15. I live in a 2 story house on 22 Floofer ville. I live with my mom who is a 39 and my dad is a 40, I also have a sister who is a 7 and her name is Kylie. My mom is a nurture and my dad is a mentor. My sister is still volunteering at different jobs

    My life has been pretty good so far. The only bad was that I almost got released for not being respectful towards the elderly. But I got my life back in order and I now respect everyone. My job is being a cargo pilot, I love my job I think it is the best job out there. I deliver the things that we need to village in order to survive. All in all I have a good life.