Never Going Back (Kerrash)
Dec 7, 2011 20:19:50 GMT -5
Post by Supersam on Dec 7, 2011 20:19:50 GMT -5
Gabriel Landon
The crisp winter air burns my unprotected face and my breath comes out in thin, wispy clouds as I trudge through the deep, glittering snow towards the bustling district square. Unpleasantly aware of the frigid gust of wind buffeting me from all sides, I silently thank my mother who insisted I wear a thick, wool hat and scarf along with my coat and gloves before I went out. Even though I hate the itchy, ridiculous looking accessories (especially the hat; it makes my curly blonde hair stick out in weird places), I didn't protest when my mother handed it to me on my way out the door. She's short on patience this time of year, with all the stress of the upcoming holidays and the constant shortage of food around the house. And although she doesn't look like much (she's short and a bit pudgy), if there's one thing I learned from living with her all these years, it's that there is nothing scarier than when she gets angry. I still wonder how such a tiny and usually warm-hearted woman could make even my father tremble before her.
Despite the biting cold, the evening isn't all that unpleasant. All around, thousands of snowflakes float gently down to the ground while people rush to and fro in the streets, going about their own business. The air is filled with the scent of cinnamon and peppermint, while the festive lights strung out along the edges of the shops in the square sparkle and shimmer in the darkness, giving off an almost magical air about the place. It seems strange to me that the usually run down and dilapidated looking square of District Eleven could appear so enticing, so I gaze around, attempting to take it all in.
In all honesty, I’m not quite sure why I even bothered to come down here; I didn’t need anything. And even if I did, it’s not like I’d have the money to buy it. I guess I just couldn’t stand sitting around the house anymore, watching my parents go mad as they desperately try to refill our quickly depleting food stores. The memory of that past winter where we came much too close to perishing must still be fresh in their minds, as it is in mine. Sighing heavily, I push the unpleasant memory aside. As far as I’m concerned, it’s history, and I wasn't about to let history repeat itself.
As I stroll down the people-filled street, I stare wistfully into the windows of the various shops and boutiques, yearning for the wide assortment of goods on display; especially the colorful clusters of candy, skillfully decorated cakes, and delicious looking, sugar-coated pastries that sit behind the glass just waiting to be bought. Looking at them, my stomach emits a miserable growl, and I begin to regret not bringing along any money. Reluctantly, I tear my eyes away from the alluring food in the shops and instead, I glance around, trying to find something to distract me.
Note: Sorry for the cruddy title; my muse sort of fizzled out. If you have any better suggestions, just let me know :)