Reality Check, Ady (Danny)

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Adahy slings his bag over his shoulder and heads out the door. "Be back later, Mom!" He calls back. As he's walking he can hear his stomach growl so he goes over to sit down on a bench. He removes his bag from his back and takes out an apple. As he's eating he notices a rather interesting sight, which is definately something he's never seen before.

There is a girl sitting on a tree stump and she has a mockingjay perched on her finger. As soon as he turns away to see if anyone else saw the girl, he decides he should not have looked away incase she was quick to leave. Sure enough, when he looked back the girl was gone. There was no sign that she was ever there in the first place.

He blinked a few times, looked away, and looked back. Come on, reality check Ady. He thought to himself. He knew he had to be seeing things. I mean, people don't just sit around with a mockingjay perched on their finger, right? He sighs after finishing his apple and continues walking.

All of a sudden, Adahy hears something weird. There are Mockingjay that seem to be singing something non-stop. It wasn't just anything, it was a song that he heard last night. As he was watching out his window, he saw quite a few Mockingjays casually perched in one of the trees in his backyard. They were singing a tune that was very simple. It was a very simple two note tune, one higher and one lower note. The thing that was strange about it was that every time they would sing it, it got faster and faster. This scared Adahy, and he's not one to easily scare. He quickened his pace and continued down the street.

Word Count: 300
Notes: Post-a-thon Post.

[Danny]

if you're looking for me
i'd suggest you look in the last place
that you will ever find me
'cause i'm going out
with all my friends tonight, for once

I guess I was bored and that's the main reason I went outside. My house was idle; my dad at the office and my mom cleaning and cooking and doing whatever moms do. My brother has been long gone, and I was lounging on the sofa, imagining the carvings I could have been making if I had a cylinder of wood in my hands. But that's how it always is, having the muse to create something spectacular when I'm empty-handed, but flustered when I actually have that window of opportunity. Figuring I needed to do something because I was bored and restless, I decided to go out. Before leaving, I warned my mom with a "I'm gonna go out, mom." and she countered with a "Where?" and I shrugged. She was fine with it ("Okay sweetie, have fun.") and so after a few minutes of deciding to leave, I finally was.

It was breezy, but I could handle it with a coat and some jeans.

The streets were busy as always, but once fall starting easing it's way into our lives, it's seemed calmer. Like we were all feathers just drifting slowly with the wind as our guide. The Mockingjays were singing, like always, as if it was a routine, but their tune sounded different. Only two notes, but that wasn't the problem. It seemed as if every time they warbled, it rang out a bit faster. It was slightly though, so I couldn't notice it every time they sang out, but only about every third time. As I walked past the trees and the stores and the square, I figured that maybe they were rushing, the Mockingjays in a hurry to spread the music around, like some secret. While looking up and observing the birds and their tweeting, I bumped into a dark-haired boy. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said timidly. But eyes daring not to look at the boys, afraid of the possible anger that could be rising inside him.

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and if you can do one whole thing
then i'd suggest you go out too
and smile up a storm
'cause we're all as sad
as you think that you are

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For a split second Adahy could've sworn he saw the girl again, causing him to pause in his tracks. By doing this, a boy ran into him. The boy's hair was slightly lighter than his own and his eyes seemed to match the chocolate brown. The boy quickly appologized. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said. Depite the fact that the boy never looked directly at Adahy, he could still catch glances of his eyes and their distinctive brown color.

"It's alright. I'm Adahy, by the way. You can call me Ady." He said. Even though he was more of a solitary person most of the time, he was still polite. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the girl again. Though as soon as he turns his head, she's gone. He questioned himself as to if he really saw that, putting himself through another reality check. He decides to ask the boy if he saw it. "Did you see that? The girl and the birds... Nevermind it's just stupid." He says. He figured that the boy would have no idea what he was talking about.

The two note tune that the Mockingjays had been whistling not too long ago started up again. The thing about it this time was that it seemed not only faster, but louder. A screech came from one of the birds and Adahy immediately clasped his hands over his ears to sheild it from the defeaning, and most certainly unpleasant sound. He had no idea what was wrong with the birds but it unnerved him. Adahy saw that the group of birds that had been whistling all turned their sound into a screech. Other citizens could be spotted with their hands over their ears as well. He had never had a strange experience with the Mockingjays for as long as he could remember. Then again, how far back can one boy remember?

Word Count: 315
Notes: Post-a-thon post