Brittney Jackson

Newdale

They just left, the government of Howl community that is, after installing this heart-shaped locket around my neck. They pinned the closure under my skin and boy was that painful. My locket can’t be removed and it’s similar to the one my mom has on. The only difference is mine has a clear stone and hers is rose colored. My dad had no say so about it, he stood to the side with his arms folded. We all knew this day would come, they have been preparing me for it since I was ten. This is the traditional 18th birthday gift of the Howl community. Once you turn eighteen you’re able to move freely around town. Up until today I have not been able to go out of our home without my parents. I’m so excited to finally roam this town alone with no parental supervision. Here you need no license to drive because your locket is your way of transportation. I've seen my mom do this thing where she rubbed her stone and it would magnificently take us to the farmers market and everywhere else in town she desired us to go. As far as I can remember it’s always been the three of us and a few familiar faces when we run errands. Is this how it’s going to always be? There has to be more to it.