Silence (Open)
Aug 25, 2011 18:18:24 GMT -5
Post by Red_Rose on Aug 25, 2011 18:18:24 GMT -5
............................................Silence..........................................
I woke up , just as the sun began streaming through the window of our wooden shack. I rise from the bed and move in robotic motions down the hall to the miniature bathroom. Our family doesn't have a lot of money so we can't afford running water. I grasp the bulky gray bucket that we use for bathroom water and sprint down to the stream that runs behind our house. Once I have the water, I drag the bucket up to the house and scramble to get ready. I slip on my usual work clothes; a light brown tunic and emerald green trousers. The walk to the lumber forests is strenuous even on the coolest days but is made even more tiring on a humid day such as this one.
By the time I reach the end of the dirt path , my forehead is covered in a sheen of sweat. Panting , I jog over to the worker sign-in desk. "Ursula Vawdrey, sir." I tell the peacekeeper that is on duty. " Your clearance to the forests is permitted , Ma'am." He says in a gruff tone. As I walk through the forests , I spot the perfect tree. A dead oak about 50 feet high. I walk over to the tree and tie on the orange marker ribbon. I am not qualified to cut down down trees because of my lack of a left hand so I walk through the forest to look for someone who is.
On the way , I mark 5 more trees. After about 3 hours I sit down on on a stray tree trunk and take a sip from my canteen. I keep walking and eventually stop and look around.I am lost and its getting dark. Instead of walking and getting lost even farther , I look for a place to sleep. I find a cave nestled in a valley. I curl up in the cave and fall asleep , waiting for someone to find me.
I woke up , just as the sun began streaming through the window of our wooden shack. I rise from the bed and move in robotic motions down the hall to the miniature bathroom. Our family doesn't have a lot of money so we can't afford running water. I grasp the bulky gray bucket that we use for bathroom water and sprint down to the stream that runs behind our house. Once I have the water, I drag the bucket up to the house and scramble to get ready. I slip on my usual work clothes; a light brown tunic and emerald green trousers. The walk to the lumber forests is strenuous even on the coolest days but is made even more tiring on a humid day such as this one.
By the time I reach the end of the dirt path , my forehead is covered in a sheen of sweat. Panting , I jog over to the worker sign-in desk. "Ursula Vawdrey, sir." I tell the peacekeeper that is on duty. " Your clearance to the forests is permitted , Ma'am." He says in a gruff tone. As I walk through the forests , I spot the perfect tree. A dead oak about 50 feet high. I walk over to the tree and tie on the orange marker ribbon. I am not qualified to cut down down trees because of my lack of a left hand so I walk through the forest to look for someone who is.
On the way , I mark 5 more trees. After about 3 hours I sit down on on a stray tree trunk and take a sip from my canteen. I keep walking and eventually stop and look around.I am lost and its getting dark. Instead of walking and getting lost even farther , I look for a place to sleep. I find a cave nestled in a valley. I curl up in the cave and fall asleep , waiting for someone to find me.