>waiting for spring< (open for anyone)
Feb 22, 2011 15:35:58 GMT -5
Post by spectra on Feb 22, 2011 15:35:58 GMT -5
‘See you in a bit!’ Sorcha yelled into the open door before stepped forwards, out of the shop and into the firing range of the icy blast of wind, which had been swirling through the streets of District 11 for weeks. She turned around and pulled the door shut tight as her hair whipped around her face painfully. Already her teeth were chattering loudly, and it was only going to get colder over the week. She pulled her worn gloves on over her pale hands, they had hole’s in the knuckles and had received a good amount of wear and tear over the years.
Winter was a harsh month, so many died. The death rate went up all around Panem, and many people had to give up work for the season. Sorcha had attended the funeral of her friends younger brother earlier this month. It hadn’t been a happy day, so many people had been crying, with children hugging their parent’s legs. Although, Sorcha knew at least she had one good reason to be happy. The Reaping was over, and she and her younger siblings had been spared another year, another year to live their life. Another year to wait in terror. Sorcha’s older brother was now able to avoid the reaping. He was over 18. It was hard to avoid the relief on his face on the day when he had turned 18, he had been happy, more so than anyone else. And had good reason to be.
Not much happened in this part of District 11 at this time of year, the soil was solid, and although the crops needed constant maintaining it involved a lot of waiting. Waiting for the seasons to swap. Waiting for the first rays of sunlight to burn through the chill to bring hope to people. Telling them they had survived another winter.
Sorcha began to walk down the street, towards the Orchards. She had been given a few hours to do as she wished. Her parents and siblings were capable of finishing of the last of the order of baskets they had been given in preparation for spring. Sorcha touched the few coins in her pocket. She wanted to buy a new pair of laces for her shoes, as the others were getting worn out. For the richer people, it was nothing to be excited about. But for her, she was getting a treat. She had saved up for this, over the winter. She needed the new laces for spring. Her mother had also told her to go to the butchers to get a bone for Alf, their dog. He had been whining recently, and had good reason to. They had run out of food a few weeks ago, and had nothing to chew or eat. Sorcha roughly knew the price of what she should be getting the items for, and also how to haggle, since the merchants were people who weren’t going to give you a bargin.
As a person she knew walked past, she gave them a nod as a greeting as she knew any greeting would be blown away with the wind which was still rattling through.