{Gone with the wind} :: Dee

[lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; background-color: E6EEE7; border: 8C808F solid 4px; width: 500px; height: 181px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px;][atrb=width,300] ::Distrcit 10::Female::16:: The sun was high in the sky, its rays soaring across the sky, creating light, and warming the earth and the people who called it there home. The sound of my feet was muffled by the spongy grass I walked across. The sun made the grass shine and sparkle; the last of the morning dew evaporating at the suns heat ate it all up. I watched as the drops of water disappeared before me, becoming one with the air that surrounded me. My shoes were damp but I didn’t mind, I enjoyed the feeling of the cool material against the soft skin of my feet, it was refreshing after the hot days that we had endured lately. The sun had been raging down on us for a week now, heat drying up the morning dew, much quicker than usual; I was surprised that the grass was still green. My feet took me towards the middle of the field where I paused, folding my long legs beneath me. My father used to take me here all the time. In this exact spot we would sit, side by side, not touching, but close enough to feel each other body heat flooding off us in waves. We would say nothing, we didn’t need to. What we were looking at said it all. My eyes scanned the fields that spread out in front of me. There was nothing but the green fields, they ranged in size and colours as they spread out before me. But that didn’t matter. I watched as small figures of cows and other animals feed on the grass, there mouth working greedily at the lawn as though if they didn’t eat it at that moment that they would never get to eat at all. A small smile formed on my lips and I pulled my legs from out of underneath me and crossed them in front of me. I have always enjoyed silence and the relief it brought me. I enjoyed the way the way it allowed my mind to wander, my curious little mind. The smile grew as I thought of the times when my father would scold me for being too curious, for having to many questions. But after a moment it slid from my lips all together as I recall remembered him. As I remembered the smile that would on his lips as he stared at me. Or his crazy personality. Or the love that he had for my mother… I wanted him to come back, to tell me that it had all been a joke, that he was sorry that he left. That it was not his fault, that he was forced to leave. But most of all I just wished that he had said goodbye. “Mother? Mum, do you promise me, that if you were to ever leave, like dad, that you would say goodbye first?” My voice was small, and it was laced with desperation as I looked into my mother eyes, my own pleading gaze, reflected back at me. “Mum, you have to promise me, please. Mum promise me.” I beg her, my hands clutching at the material of her shirt. “Mum?” tears began to form in my eyes, for a moment I believed that she would just walk away, walk away from my pleading gaze. “Yes. Yes of course I will,” she whispered to me, bringing me into her arms. The warmth of her body had filled me and tears had escaped my eyes, my body shaking with relief as my mother held me tight. “Of course I will,” she mumbled into my ear. I pressed my body to hers as I leaned into her. “Thank you, thank you so much,” I cry into her shirt my fingers clutching at her shirt pulling her close.

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A lonely tears rolls down my cheek as I stare out over the paddocks. Hills rolled continuously through the district, almost like the sea or green. Hastily I bring my had to my eyes, wiping away the tears that formed. [/color]No I couldn’t do this to myself. Not again. Pinching my arm, I turn all my focus into the pain that forms, forgetting about my father. Forgetting about my Mother. Forgetting about everything. The pain that surges through my arm pulls me out of my stupor, bringing me back to the presence. I hold on a little longer squeezing tighter, causing another sharp bout of pain through me. Gritting my teeth, I let my arm fall to myself. I let the breath I had been holding go, breathing heavily for a moment. My heart raced in my chest as I made my way to my feet.

My knees were damp, little blotches of water turning the material of my pants darker. Dusting my body I wipe away the last bits of grass, before I head towards the road that would lead me away from the area that brought back memories stronger than a tidal wave.


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[ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 4D4E4D; border: 021924 solid 0px; width: 475px; padding: 0 0 0 0px] It was just another day at the job and just like every other day, nothing horrible or spectacular happened. You kept trying to coax the animals to do your bidding, but everything you read in the book wasn’t helping until a coworker of yours stepped in to help you. You knew you wouldn’t get marked down for it, but you hated how the animals wouldn’t listen to you no matter how many methods you employed. You did better with the machines and your boss gave you a nod when he saw that you had fixed the machinery. It was never your dream to be an emergency mechanic, but so far, it seemed to be working out a lot more than your actual job. When they said that you could leave for the day, you gladly packed your belongings and took them with you. It wasn’t that you didn’t like your job—in fact, you were glad you have it—but you believed that your time could have been better spent working on the designs that continued to fill up the cabinets. You wanted to finish them, but you were always afraid that if you did, they would be wrong and the plans would have been thrown into the trash. Being right was very important to you, and maybe that was why you had such a difficult time with your job. You didn’t like how the animals were laughing at you, how they kept telling you that you were wrong. You noticed a young girl that was walking across your path, but what made you look twice was the fact that she looked like you. You were aware that she actually didn’t look like you, but she had the familiar yellow undertones and small eyes that you were often teased for when you were a child. You could tell she was upset—or what looked like upset. You had not read a book on facial expressions, so you were not confident in your analysis. You were still intrigued by her, though, as you had rarely seen someone who had your characteristics. You couldn’t help but wonder if she had the same upbringing as you did, or if she was like the other kids who were in your class and looked like you but felt so natural. “Are…are you okay?” you managed to muster up as you looked at her with something that felt like concern. Of course there was that chance that you had read her wrong, and she would have looked at you strange before walking off, leaving you to hate yourself for being wrong in something that should have been simple. You never gave yourself any allowances to be wrong, even if it was for matters you had not learned from a textbook yet. Being wrong showed how unlearned you were and while you did not want people to think that you knew everything, you thought that being wrong would have set you back in your progress. This fear has crippled you in many ways and even when you were trying to have a conversation, you didn’t know how to continue. If you hadn’t already made a mistake, then you were certain that a mistake was inevitable. It was for this reason that you tried not to talk to people and conversations always ended awkwardly. Conversations were easier when you were a child and you had less to fear, but since you learned that you had birth parents in District 5, you became afraid to be wrong and you were so certain that your birth parents would have left you again if you couldn’t prove yourself to them. Even if you made a mistake in a simple conversation.

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[lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; background-color: E6EEE7; border: 8C808F solid 4px; width: 500px; height: 181px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px;][atrb=width,300] ::Distrcit 10::Female::16:: The sun was not just peeping over the horizon anymore but fully visible, climbing up into the sky like you would climb a wall- slow and steady. But this time as I walk In’ dot stop to admire the view, I just keep walking, trying to wipe away the last of the tears that glistened on my tanned skin. I have never really looked the same as everyone else. Where they had pale skin- I had slightly yellow. Where they had wide large eyes like gems, I had slits almost, making me look like I was always squinting- when I wasn’t. But I have never really taken any notice of this, not really. I am treated the same anyway. I am treated just like any other sixteen year old female in this district. Like shit. As usual my small feet make no noise on the stony earth as I enter the path of the main road once again. Walking quietly away from the fields of this green sanctuary and into the main streets of my home I don’t feel anything, nothing. This was the place where I have lived all my life, this place full of hills, full of life and animals.. Usually when people thought home they would feel a jump of joy- right? wouldn’t they? When I thought of home I thought of all the again, all the grief that is associated with it and the life I have lived here. I know that it is a beautiful place…. But sometimes the beauty of one thing can be overlooked when you consider the whole picture. My face was still screwed up when I came across another person. A boy to be exact. Trying to wipe all the emotion I turn my glassy gaze to look at the person who was now standing in front of me. I was looking into the eyes of a boy who looked like me. Well not exactly like me, obviously. He was a guy and I was a girl o therefore we didn’t really look the same- but what I am trying to say is that he looked like me. His eyes were not wide and round like everyone else’s they were small and almond shape. His skin was a golden yellow, like mine. His face was alive with concern and for a moment I stare at him in confusion, only to remember that he must have seen my tearful and upset face before I had time to wipe it fully away. Dropping my gaze I look at my feet. I hated it when people had seem me crying. It made me feel weak, so small- and I didn’t want to feel like that… I wanted to feel string…. But I knew I wasn’t string, I was anything but strong. “Are…are you okay?” He asks, his voice a bit awkward as he tries to mirror the expression that was cast upon his face. I look at my feet for a moment longer before dragging my gaze back up to meet with the boys. But this time when I looked at him I had made sure that my face would be warm, warm and friendly- no sign of tears and grief to be found anywhere. Now when he looked at me he should see a smiling cheery girl, unless I wasn’t as good as I thought at hiding my emotions. “Me? Oh I am great!” My voice seems rough as the words come out before gliding into a cheery voice that sounded convincing to my ears. “Why? What about you? I mean are you okay? I-“ I have never been good with people, people that I have never meet before. “I mean, I am Darquess and you are?” I thrust a slim hand out in front of the boy, hoping that he would not leave me standing here awkwardly with my hand outstretched between us.

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