The Forest Has Ears (Urgorn-Meghan-Gemini)
Sept 9, 2012 20:05:17 GMT -5
Post by urgorn on Sept 9, 2012 20:05:17 GMT -5
ZARA NIIKHAVOD
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Thinking
Narration
Speaking
Hearing
I banged through my front door and ran upstairs. This is what happens when school gets over for me. I bolt up to my room, grab my precious violin from under my bed, and run back outside. I could play in my room, but then my brother complains. He's 18, but instead of working at a lumber site, he sits in a little workroom beside our kitchen and makes things out of leather. It's a very strange thing occupation for some in 7. But he orders raw leather from the capitol, or sometimes from District 10, and tries to make a profit out of it by turning it into something nice, like boots or gloves. I'll admit he does good work, but also because of that, I can't play in my own house. But anyway, I like the outdoors, so when I run out of my door I tear straight in a random direction.
Finding my way home isn't hard - if I just climb a little ways up a tree, I can see the justice building in town, and from there our house isn't far. So besides a few cool areas I have memorized, I try to go somewhere totally different and random everyday to play my violin. It was so precious to me, and I couldn't stand to go a day without playing it. Music was what calmed me; what soothed me. There's a boy in school who has an old guitar, and people love it when we play together at school events, which are pretty rare.
I spotted a nice flat spot of ground beside a tree, where the grass wasn't growing as long as in most places, which usually make it a pain to sit on the ground. I flopped down, and leaned back against the tree, looking around. It was sort of a clearing, with a tiny little bare area with no trees and short grass, but you could still hear all the sounds of the forest, like the birds chirping and the light breeze blowing through the trees. I pulled my violin out of its case, and then my bow. Tweaking a few things, making sure it was all in order, I raised the bow and drew it down for the first note of the song I had in mind.
It was one of the first things that I learned, and one of my favorites. It had originated from some other land, far away from Panem, and made me think about that. Are there other countries and governments out there? Not just some other District, but an actual civilization living in freedom. When I finished the piece a lowered my bow and thought about it for a while.