Summary

In anteatercity every one knows the truth: ants are dangerous,disgusting,and must never be allowed inside the city. Antia has been one of them _or at least that is what every one believes . After discovering that she is different from every one else antia become hated by the people she once called her friends

Genre: Fantasy,Other

Author: lunafairy2009

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 13+

I am not an ant

The teacher was pacing in front of the board. There were two pictures on the board: one of an oak tree,

and the other of an ant with a big X over it.

TEACHER:

What is the greatest danger in our lives?

STUDENTS:

Ants.

TEACHER:

Why?

STUDENTS:

Because they are our enemies.

TEACHER:

Why?

STUDENTS:

Because they are dangerous.

Antia was one of the people called ants in Anteater City.People looked at her with hatred.It wasn't always like this.She was friends with her classmates. The teachers liked her.Everything started on the day she first went to the oak tree.When she passed by it, she didn't do anything.Her legs didn't go weak like everyone else's.She didn't fall to the ground.She didn't cry.She didn't do anything.She just passed by it and left.

CROWD:

Fuck Antia.

Antia, the cursed one.

Antia, the one everyone hates.

Antia. Antia. Antia.

These were the things Antia heard every day throughout the city.She knew very well why people hated her, but she didn't understand why they saw her as an ant.She had learned in history class that thousands of years ago, when the people of this city were suffering from ant bites, the oak tree had saved them.The founders of the city made the oak tree its symbol and created rules around it.

THE RULES:

1. Ants are disgusting.

2. The oak tree is our savior, and we all owe it everything.

3. Ants don't matter. Only we matter.

4. When someone doesn't respect the oak tree, be sure that they are an ant.

5. An ant can only be killed when the curse is removed from it.

THE MAIN SQUARE OF ANTEATER CITY

OLD WOMAN:

She mustn't be here!

Antia knew that the time had come.She knew that, at last, she would see these moments.

CROWD:

Ants mustn't be inside the city!

ANOTHER VOICE:

Yes! She mustn't stay alive!

CROWD:

Yes! Yes! Fuck Antia! Get her!

People ran quickly toward the ant.An ant with no antennae.Two hands and two legs.

ANTIA:

Wait!

I'm not an ant.

YOUNG BOY:

But you are.

ANTIA:

No, I'm not.

Look at me.

I'm human.

I speak your language.

I can laugh.

Look.

I'm just like you.

I have the same right to live as you do.

The boy was a little unsure.

OLD WOMAN:

No! No! Don't listen to her!She wants to trick you.If a witch curses an ant, they can become like this and talk to you.

She wants to fool you.

ANTIA:

But I haven't done anything to you until now.

OLD WOMAN:

Because you don't even know that you are an ant.When the time comes, you will understand.People came closer to her.They were anteaters.Antia knew, but she wasn't afraid of them because she knew she wasn't an ant.Antia was crying.

ANTIA:

I can't remember anything.

I swear.

I am more important than the oak tree.

I deserve to stay.

OLD WOMAN:

A cursed ant can speak and laugh.

ANTIA:

I wish.

I love.

Curses can't create wishes.

The old woman shouted:

OLD WOMAN:

Long live the oak tree!

It never lies to us!

People came closer to her while they shouted:

CROWD:

Ant! Ant! Ant! Ant!

And Antia denied it.

But how much can the brain deny?When minds see something white as black, it becomes black, even if the truth is something else.Antia was crying.They were shouting.The moon was in the middle of the sky.Antia was looking at the sky.The moon made her happy even at this moment.Ants can't feel joy.

ANTIA:

Oh, my beautiful moon.

Why does the kind old woman who always loved us hate me now?

Antia, Antia.

I have always been Antia.

Always, always.

I am not an ant.

Dear moon, you know, don't you?

Oh, night breeze...

You know too, don't you?Do you know that I must stay, even if the oak tree is not here?

They say the eyes of anteaters kill ants.So why haven't their eyes hurt her until now?Friends who perhaps were no longer friends.The clouds slowly covered the moon.Antia reached her hand toward the sky.

ANTIA:

Wait...

It was as if the moon wanted to say goodbye to her too.Her friends were standing beside her.They were looking at her.They were waiting

CROWD:

Poor ant.

Pathetic ant.

Antia said quietly:

ANTIA:

Antia.

I'm Antia.

She paused

ANTIA: