PrologueA Chapter by TaylorgwebbThis is the introductory prologue for the Young Prince of Freedom RanchlandThe Young Prince of Freedom Ranchland
Toby sat across from his uncle Jeremy and looked at the paper on the table in front of him. Even out in Freedom he could not escape worksheets, but this one was unlike any he had ever seen before.
Name: Toby
Wallace Keith Occupation:
He looked up at his uncle, who was sitting patiently with his hands folded on the table in front of him. “Just put 'student,'” the man suggested. He copied his passport number, his old student ID, he added his school picture from the year before, the one where he looked relatively happy despite having to wear an itchy sweater. He barely knew that Toby Wallace Keith anymore, but it was going down in the history books as the one who came to Freedom. It was the Toby that had not yet kissed a girl, the Toby who had never tried a beer, the Toby who had the luxury of being yelled at by his mother. Now he had left Laura behind after having kissed her, he couldn't sneak out to the fort in the woods where he and Al had drank, and his mother couldn't yell anymore. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move. She lay motionless in a bed in a hospital in New York, and now Toby was thousands of miles away in a place he had only ever heard of as a sarcastic joke. He finished the intake form, a single page of paper. He had never immigrated anywhere before, but he guessed that his mom would have laughed at the process, so he decided it was foolish too. They were in a small office with an aerial picture of the ranch on the wall and a massive photocopying machine and printer and not much else. The florescent lights buzzed above them, the air conditioner hummed and rattled in the window, and Uncle Jeremy looked over the form in a serious way while nodding his head. Finally he put the paper back onto the desk and pulled out a stamp. “Do you understand that you are entering the sovereign territory of Freedom Ranchland, and are no longer under the jurisdiction of the United States of America?” Toby had no idea what that meant. Glancing outside he could see the expanse of rolling hills that seemed endless here. It was nothing like New York, there were almost no trees, the air was different, the people had different accents, even the roads were different, but until now it had still been America. He looked back to his uncle, the enigma that his mother had often joked about, but he was serious and Toby just wanted to get out of the office. “Yes.” “Sign here.” his uncle turned the paper back and pointed at the bottom of the page, to a line under a small declaration that said Toby knew he was leaving the USA. Toby signed and then his uncle slammed the stamp down on the page, leaving a bright red imprint that read “Application Accepted.” Toby didn't know where to find a stamp like that, but it did seem quite official. Uncle Jeremy then took the paper in inserted the signed part into a sort of stapler with a wide, round mouth and pressed down hard. When it came out the paper had been deformed so that a seal was punched into it with raised letters that read “Secretary General of Freedom Ranchland” with a small coat of arms. Toby was impressed, not even the bank had that kind of stamp. “Welcome, son.” Uncle Jeremy reached over the table and shook Toby's hand, and that was the first step toward him becoming the Prince of Freedom Ranchland. © 2013 TaylorgwebbAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on September 17, 2013 Last Updated on September 17, 2013 Tags: Young Adult, fiction, adventure, romance, politics AuthorTaylorgwebbSt Catharines, Ontario, CanadaAboutI am a writer from the Niagara Region in Canada. I write content, short series and books from historical fiction to fantasy and sci-fi. I am looking for honest, critical reviews. I'm all for you pa.. more..Writing
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