Who were we?
We are the snails that were the first to leave our family behind. We were the special ones that ditched our stupid leader who only cares about himself.
That "leader" kept us down. Since our births, he would wake up earlier than us on purpose. Every morning he would slide between our shells and flaunt his size. When we were out of line, he would try to keep us in line. To him, violence was always an option. Don't believe me? I saw him with my own eyes beat up 7 a few days ago. How could have he resorted to hitting his family?
His choices are also idiotic and irrational. I mean that idiot ate more than half of our previous leaf by himself. Why? He wanted to control us. When he decided for us that we should leave our home leaf, we had no choice to follow him. There was no food! Of course, we would leave too.
But did he have a plan for the trip? Did he allow us to prepare as well? Nope. Nothing.
I hurt inside when I try to think of a scenario if we had prepared. Dozens more, maybe even a hundred more of my siblings would have survived if we were prepared for the trip. If we knew of his plan to move us beforehand, we could have eaten as much as we could and prepare our bodies for the trip. But no. He just had to eat the entire leaf and force us to leave on an empty stomach.
The trip was terrifying. We didn't know which of us would be gone by the next day as more and more of us starved. I watched my siblings slowed down and stopped moving. Over the night, their bodies eventually dried out. I watched as some were dragged away by six-footed monsters. I could only imagine how horrifying it was to be taken somewhere unknown and possibly eaten. I watched as "our leader" remained in the lead without looking back at us or protecting us.
After days of travel, we finally reached a new leaf. At that point, all I could think about is food. After finally being able to eat, my thoughts became clearer. The first thought I had was to leave. I knew I had to leave. It was dangerous to have a stupid leader like him. I needed to get away and fast.
On the morning of day 11, I saw him leave the leaf. I kept my eyes on him as he left to do whatever stupid thing he had gone through his mind. My eyes followed his body as he slid off of our current leaf and left onto the branch. Through my peripheral vision, I noticed that I wasn't alone. Some of my other siblings were also watching him. Shortly after, they all grouped up and started to communicate with each other.
I was curious. I moved my body closer and closer. Being the tiny snail that I was, I climbed on one of their backs and listened in. They all seemed to have different thoughts about our "leader", but they all had the same thought as me. We all wanted to leave immediately.
That day passed slowly and the leader returned later that day. We all slept in our shells and waited for our chance.
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On day 12, the giant idiot of a snail called our leader didn't check up on us like he normally did.
We were very lucky. Instead, he slid off by himself to another leaf in the distance and started to eat. Occasionally he would look cut up pieces of leaf. He would show it to something or someone and then eat it. It looked like he was trying to flaunt about the amount he was able to eat. Who knows what he was thinking.
Taking this chance while he was distracted, we gathered near the edge of the leaf. Well, I say we gathered, but I was actually still hiding on one of their shells. I'm very tiny. I was and still am the runt in my family. I was also the master of hiding as my shell easily blends into the shells of my siblings so it was hard for them to notice me as well.
We knew it was time to go. They ate crazily and stuff as much food into their stomachs as they could scrape. I joined them as well. After filling up, we left. We left to search for safer environment outside of the reach of our lousy good-for-nothing big brother who WAS a HORRIBLE leader.
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