"Oh come on Cole, get outta my way!" Kai yelled, shoving the thirteen year old. Cole glared at the younger boy, flicking his shoulder. then Kai grabbed Cole's arm, trying to twist it.

"Kai, stop! My arm!" Cole groaned, pulling away from Kai, causing the twelve year old to fall to the floor. An older teen walked up to the two of them, grabbing the back of each of their shirts. He pulled both boys slightly off of their seats, forcing them to stand.

"Both of you knock it off," he said, still holding the backs of each of their shirts. "Or I'll see to it that your minds get wiped and you're thrown out by tomorrow. Clear?"

"Crystal..." Kai muttered, while Cole responded with a simple "Yes."

"Good," the teen walked back to where he had been sitting. Cole let out a sigh, having heard the threat several times before. It was something that the older kids liked to say to scare the younger ones.

"Who do you think's gonna get the new boy?"

"Probably one of the younger teens, you know they start getting jobs when they turn thirteen."

"I hope he's cute."

Cole attempted to tune out the two girls chattering away and focus on the now leaving, and the new kid that had arrived earlier in the week. The children that were leaving were no longer considered children or teenagers, they were eighteen, the odd twenty-one year old. Cole knew that he would probably be the one stuck with the new kid, him being the only thirteen year old boy out of the fifty kids in the village.

"I would like Cole to come up here please," the Leader announced, a slight smile on her face. She looked down at the boy next to her, Jay, who had arrived just the day before. Jay was still shaky and jumpy, but she knew that he would calm down eventually. "Everyone, this is Jay, and he's the newest of the Forgotten. And Cole, I appoint you as his guide, at least until he's comfortable with us." Then she stepped back, Cole smiling and taking a step towards Jay, holding out his hand. Jay nervously took it, shaking his hand. "This concludes today's announcements!" The kids in the crowd began to disperse, many of the younger children waving goodbye to their friends and heading to their older guides.

"So, uh... I'm Cole, by the way."

"I f-figured," Jay said with a slight smile. "Grace s-said your n-name when she called y-you up."

"O-oh... right, she did," Cole said, looking away. "Do you... know your way around this place yet?"

"I-Isn't they your job?" Jay asked.

"Yeah... oops... I forgot about that," Cole let out a chuckle. 'It is."

"I-It's okay."

"Well then, we better get going, then," Cole walked outside of the room, heading down the long hallway before leading Jay outside. The two walked over to the bike racks, where Cole grabbed his black bike. "I think the blue one is yours. Just check the nameplate first." Jay's eyes widened as he ran his hand over the navy bike seat.

"I-Is this really mine?" He asked, looking at the silver nameplate attached to the back of the seat.

"Uh, yeah. Everyone gets one," Cole said, mounting his own bike. Jay beamed, quickly grabbing the helmet off the seat and climbing on the bike. "It's easier to get around like this." Jay's hands were shaking as he fumbled with the helmet, pulling it over his head and buckling the chin strap. He pulled it tight, and almost dropped the bike when he mounted it. Cole chuckled at the younger boy's antics. "Just don't hurt yourself, okay?"

"I w-won't!" The two took off down the dirt road, Cole explaining every building and answering any questions Jay asked. The two spent most of the afternoon going around the village, Jay taking everything in.

"You getting hungry yet?" Cole asked when the two had stopped for a minute. Jay nodded, his blue eyes focusing on Cole for a second or two. Then he looked down at the handles of his bike.

"A l-little."

"Well then, let's go. It's almost dinnertime anyway."

Grace smiled as the two passed by her window, but her smile quickly faded when she remembered what she knew about the new boy in her care. Then she remembered what they all had in store for them.

She sighed and closed the curtains.

Okay, so I know that I have some explaining to do, so let me do it.

This is an idea that came to me a few days ago, I get that the title is odd, but so's the story. The village is run entirely by kids who have run away from home. There's a little SciFi in here because when someone turns eighteen or twenty-one, their memories of the village are wiped; they'll still be able to remember the friends they made, but they won't know how they know them. They do add memories, but they're blurred, so are the memories of their parents, so when they leave, it's kinda like they're coming out of a fog of sorts.

When one of the kids there turns thirteen, they either act as a guide for one of the newbies, or they begin a job, and each job is taught by someone over the age of eighteen. The leader keeps an eye on everyone, and chooses who becomes the next leader, usually when the person turns fifteen or sixteen. The village has enough room to house, at any given time, one hundred people. At this time, there's fifty people. The current leader is nineteen, meaning that she has around two years left, though she has to choose the next one within one year.

Jeez, that was a long explanation. Okay, before my hand falls off, CameronNinjaDragons, signing off.