Freakling by Lana Krumwiede

Author:Lana Krumwiede [Krumwiede, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Mystery, C429, Extratorrents, Kat, Young Adult, Childrens
ISBN: 9780763662042
Publisher: Candlewick
Published: 2012-10-09T00:00:00+00:00

The next morning, Taemon packed his belongings, which amounted to a few clothes plus one of those strange teethbrushes, and moved into the apprentice’s room next to Drigg’s workshop. The first week was a bit of a disappointment because they couldn’t work on the byrider. Some of the parts had to be tweaked a little more, and Drigg had sent them back to the blacksmith.

Instead, Drigg had been showing Taemon how to use all the different tools he had. Screwdriver. Drill press. Wrench. Even the names sounded violent. Today’s tool-of-the-day was pliers.

“Now, I want you to take this”— Drigg handed Taemon a spool of wire —“and use them pliers to make something useful.”

Taemon stared at the odd tool the tinker offered him.

“At lunchtime we’ll see what you came up with.” With a nod, Drigg tucked his cap over his bald spot and crossed the workshop to start on his own work.

Taemon sighed. He hoped his decision to work for Drigg wasn’t a mistake. But going back to Marka’s wasn’t an option. They were expecting another powerless kid from the city today, a five-year-old girl, and they needed his old room. A new place, a new family, a new school. Taemon remembered how frightened he’d been when he came, and he’d been much older than five. He couldn’t imagine being so young and separated from your family and everything you knew.

An idea began brewing in his head. He wanted to make something for Marka and Enrick. Something that would be useful, as Drigg said, but also something that would make the kids smile. Taemon stared at the wire for a second, and when an image came into his mind, he set to work.

Just before noon, Taemon had finished his wire creation. He’d made a row of hooks, the kind you might hang jackets on. He’d twisted and curled the wire to look like a row of whimsical dogs. The hooks were sometimes a tail, sometimes a floppy ear, sometimes a curled tongue.

“Them kids are going to love this,” Drigg said. “Why don’t you take it on over? Then take your lunch break.”

Taemon nodded. If he remembered right, Amma’s house was on the way. He wondered if she was home, and if she’d like to have lunch together. Tucking the hooks inside his jacket, he fumbled with the buttons, then shoved his hands into his pockets as he’d seen the other kids do. The sun was bright for a late winter day, but the air still had a chilly bite.

Marka’s house was on the other side of the colony, so Taemon had to walk through the center square. Last time he’d been here was on barter day with Hannova. Today the square looked quiet and deserted. Even though a few shops, like the bakery and the blacksmith, stayed open all week, today was too cold for most people to be out. Taemon saw only one other person, and that was Challis, bundled in one of her colorful scarves. He crossed to the other side of the street and hoped she wouldn’t see him.

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