The Last Quill- By Afroza Ayreen Afia_X-A
The Last Quill
What would you do if you heard something like this “Guess what guys! I heard that a quill is now an extinct object. There’s only one left in this world and it’s believed for many centuries that the last quill will have the ultimate power to fulfil the wish of a human that finds it!”
I’m just a normal teen and I just got a normal life and first, I never knew that this quill existed. No! Hold your horses! I’m not the one who is having the quill nor was I the one who found it. Here’s a piece of advice, don’t believe all the non-sense story what the last few centuries people believed, or else you’ll be a fool! Here’s why…
It was mid of autumn season and I was in the garden with my twin sister who looks nothing like me! Really, people say that we’re twin just because we were born on the same day, same month, same year, same hour and we wore the same clothes. She’s way taller than me, dumber than me, and her handwriting is…let’s say it’s not neat! Just because she’s dumb and stupid, I’m the one who’s writing this whole story!
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah! I was in my garden and I was playing with the leaves. My dad was piling the leaves and I got bored with crushing the leaves, so I just saw a comfortable bench and I walked to it.
Before I could completely sit and relax my body or even take the relaxing cool air through my nose and feel it, I heard dad’s voice. “Nellie, could you please come here for a moment?” I didn’t answer him because I knew I had to go closer to him and asked why he called me.
“Nellie dear, go and bring the garbage bag, would you?” I nodded my head and went to the kitchen to get a garbage bag. I walked towards the house and for the first time, I took a notice of how many steps it took me to reach the kitchen. I saw the garbage bag under the cabinet drawer, pulled out one and walked back to the garden. Dad was still busy piling up the leaves. “Here dad”
“Thanks, come on let’s pack them up.”
So, we both were packing up the leaves and my sister joined in too. I took a handful of leaves and I noticed the colorful pattern nature gave them. It’s beautiful to have them around but they keep on messing up our garden.
Then in the middle of all the crushing noise the leaves and the bag made, my sister shouted out,
“WOW! Look at that!”
She sounded surprised and I saw her picking up a long unusual sized bird feather. It was longer than an average leaf. I turned to see dad’s reaction. He was surprised to see that feather, I could saw that because he usually pops his eyes whenever he sees something fascinating.
The feather was longer than my dad’s face! It was having such a strong sense of winter that I could imagine the winter’s snow falling. It was beautiful, soft, relaxing to watch and a very satisficing image. I don’t know why it made me have such a strong sense of feeling. The cool wind blew on it, making it’s soft, white feather move like as if it wants to run and fly and dance with the wind. I as totally lost in the feather’s beauty. All those satisfying moments just got blown away as soon as I saw my sister’s hands on it. The next thing I saw was she running away with that feather. Maybe she wanted to show mom or hide in her cabinet.
So, I was done doing what dad told me to do and I went back inside just to see what she was doing with that feather. Before I could start my hunt for the feather, I heard mom giving us a warning call that the food was getting cold. I was so curious to know about that and just have another look at it. I didn’t want to go to the dining room but when I heard my sister’s slipper, I knew she would ask me why I was here. Since I had no answer, I rushed to the dining room, sat on my chair with washed hands. I sat there as if nothing happened. My sister joined in, then dad and finally mom. I already started to fulfil my hunger, mom and dad were talking about the snow-white feather. I guess it’s a big issue to talk about or maybe they had nothing else to talk about.
After my lunch was done, I did what had to be done and calmly walked to my room which was upstairs.
I opened my door and jumped into my cozy bed and covered my faced with my pillow, hoping that was the only solution to make me forget about that feather. But all that did was one main thing, reminded me about that beautiful, white soft feather. Why was that feather so attractive? What’s making that feather so special to me that I can’t stop thinking about it? Why can’t I get this out of my mind? Why a feather? These questions were only unanswerable.
Then I thought of just checking my sister out. I have no idea why I made this decision of asking her about this, but I had to try. I got off my bed and walked to her room which was the next door. I found her room door open and I went in. Jennifer was on her bed with a bunch of book around her.
“Jennifer, what happened in here?”
“Nellie! I forgot to tell you something. A few months ago, Mia and Emily were talking about the last quill. They told that…”
I listened to her carefully as she spoke with full excitement.
“…there was no quill left! They also told that there’s only one quill left and that last quill is very special!”
I felt like she’s telling a story from a storybook and it made no sense at all. I asked her,
“I didn’t understand!”
“Look, what if this is the quill everyone was talking about? This quill could fulfil our wish and we could be rich and famous!”
That’s the dumbest story she ever told me!
“But you don’t have any prove that this is the last quill!”
“But I never saw a quill for a long time.”
“Maybe ‘you’ never seen!”
She went speechless.
“By the way, how can a single feather make you rich and famous?”
“Come on Nellie! Think about it. Maybe, this could be the ancient feather…in our hands and we discovered it!”
“Why did the word ‘ancient’ come in the middle?”
“Because this was the greatest search in history and…”
“And we didn’t ‘discover’ it, we ‘found’ it!”
“but…”
I paused her.
“Hold on! Hold on! Your fact is not even a fact!”
“because it’s not a fact, it’s a belief. People believed this for many centuries”
“And you’re believing that?”
“Yeah!”
“WHY?”
“You…”
“Stop, stop, stop! I had enough of your nonsense! Show me that feather!”
She took the feather out from a box and gave it to me with a confused face. I observed it carefully and realized something.
“You stupid! It’s the feather of Albino Owl!”
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