Just Another Day [Emmy]

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Odette Aurore Terrion

The first beam of light illuminates the specks of dust floating around the room and wakes me up from a deep slumber. I lay there for a second lying there trying to remember my dream. I can recall it being a happy one, but before it developed, like the dust in my room, it floats away and disappears.

I scan the room thinking about how everything came to be. My covers are turquoise, my favorite color when I was 12. Before my life spiraled out of control. My sheets are tinted a permanent grey, from years of hand washing, but I'm better off than the kids out in the ally who are in boxes. My eyes continue to drift around the room I need to clean up and its true. My dirty clothes pile up in small piles of different colors, and my dresser has a picture of me when I was young that is covered in a layer of dust. I sigh and lug myself out of the twin sized bed. My feet slip into a pair of well worn pair of pink slippers. They are a size too small but they are safe and familiar. I sit their for a second, trying to think of anything besides food. I give up and stand to get some breakfast. I cast one last look at my messy room then step into the hall way. I almost fall over my feet in front of my parent's room

My parents will still be sleeping in these wee hours of the morning. I love this time. It gives me time to think, to paint, and to imagine. I stumble into the kitchen, my eyes still half closed. I pull out some bland oatmeal and boil some water. A stove is a luxury here in the ramshackled District 11. My parents saved up 3 months for this stove, and I think it was an amazing investment. I know that being a middle class family can have it's down sides, like not getting the trending clothing, but proper kitchen supplies is definitely worth it.

I pour out some oatmeal and quickly gobble it down. I then walk back to my room and set up a blank canvas. I tilt my head trying to think of something inspiring, but come up blank. I need to get some fresh air, I think. I know that I'll find something interesting from the early morning. Perhaps a dazzling scene of the sun rising. So I go to my front stoop and watch as the other families and children rise.

I watch a girl tentatively stepping out of the ally. Her clothes are tattered and her hair a halo of blond. She can't be more than 10 but her eyes seem to belong to a 80 year old. I'm sure she has seem things that no one should even know about. The girl sees me watching her and races off, most likely afraid of me and my glare. I decide that she is the perfect one for my morning paint session. As I turn to go back inside I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I spin around to look at who ever it is to ask them to piss off.

[Emmy <3]

(Just you know, I know how to code but I really hate doing it so I'm just gonna post this as size 1 with no colors for now so I can focus mainly on writing.

Dana woke up that morning cold and dirty, laying on the floor of an old, decrepit shack. At first she was confused, but then she remembered the transpired events that had led her there. She had been walking down multiple paths in the woods looking for wild berries to sell and had lost her way. She was a bit embarrassed, seeing as most fifteen year olds would be able to find there way home, rather than getting hopelessly lost and spending the night in an abandoned shack. Dana stood up and rubbed her eyes, making a plan in her head. She would follow the stream she had discovered until she reached some houses that were actually being used. Then she would ask for directions. She was hungry as hell and tired as *uck, but she couldn't ask for that from strangers.

Dana wondered if she even wanted to go home. As she opened the door to the shed and started to walk, she fantasized about starting a new life in a new place, void of bad people and bad memories. But she knew new ones would probably crop up anyway, and at least at home she had Bella. The forest was brisk with morning air and the sun shone down through the branches of the trees, illuminating the ground ahead of Dana. She figured she might as well try to get some food now and she was getting tired, so she sat down and pulled out her knife from her jean-jacket pocket. Her next few hours were spent making a slingshot and then fashioning her hair band into the part that would actually launch stones.

She spent a good half hour hunting and got two birds. She didn't have time to cook them though, so she tucked them into her hunting satchel and kept walking. It seemed like forever before she finally got to a town, but eventually it happened. The place was poor looking and dirty, the houses close together and alleys zigzagging everywhere. The town was a drastic difference from Dana's spacious living environment, where you had to travel a mile and a half just to find another house, where everyone owned crops and where adults walked for a half hour just to get to the fields where they would tirelessly work until they were told to go back home and work on their own plants some more. Dana felt a bit claustrophobic here, so she hurried to find someone she could ask for help.

It wasn't long before she found someone. The girl had dark hair and was watching a homeless kid scamper down an alley. Dana sighed and prepared herself, running a hand through her hair so the girl she wanted to approach might not think she was a beggar. After she had gotten a bit of dirt out of her blonde hair, she walked forward and put her hand on the girl's shoulder. Rapidly the figure spun around, anger blazing in her eyes. Dana stumbled backwards, her melancholy eyes wide. The face of the women (she could now tell the person was at least eighteen, so therefore the term girl as not correct) looked sad, but the eyes were angry and fast to judge. With Dana it was just the other way. Her face was often brooding or dark, but her deep brown eyes held a horrible sadness that never wavered or left. Past experiences had turned them almost grey and they always looked deeply sorrowful, like any seconds she could fall to her knees and start sobbing.

Dana swallowed and quietly said, "Excuse me...I didn't mean to bother you..." She didn't exactly feel like pissing off a person three years older than her right then, especially when she hadn't eaten for 24 hours.

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Odette Aurore Terrion

I spin around to see a girl, about 15 or 16. Her blond hair hung loosely around her head with specks of dirts as though she had tried to brush it off. Her eyes were a bright blue with a hint of gray, and her face was angular. Very pretty, but not model pretty, she had a look as though it was natural. Her lips were a bright red almost as though they screamed "look at me.' Her face had smudges of dirt and grim on them, they shouldn't belong on a face like this.

The girl seems startled by the look I must be giving her, because she swallowed quickly. She clearly didn't know her or she wouldn't have snuck up on her like that. The girl took a deep breath and said "Excuse me... I didn't mean to bother you..." she speaks quietly and I see her words are sincere. Most people aren't that honest when they speak to me, even then its just for a few seconds. I can tell that she is different, just by the way her eyes seems like they're encountering an endless tragedy.

I nod quickly and soften up my permanent scowl. "That's fine. What do you want?" Why am I helping her? Why bother when she'll just disappear in a second? Who knows? All I care about is that I have a new person to paint.

OOC: Don't worry about it . And I know it's short but I have to get to swim practice sorry.