Rocky meeting [Clover]

[kousei ♚]

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[tr][td][bg=seagreen]I’m pretty much labouring as he drag the next full off fish across the road. I had just come from my recent session now I had to take it to the peacekeepers where they would take it off my hands and ship it all off to the capitol. Not much further now, then this big load will be off my hands I think to myself as he hold the net over my back and walk with it slung over my shoulders. Honestly it feels like my arm is going to fall off, it’s just so heavy. It’s hard to believe it’s dead fish corpses in here, it feels more like it’s full of rocks. It’s just so heavy

Nonetheless I still try. I’m wearing my white shorts, blue short sleeved T-shirt, sandals and my glasses. Come to think of it why am I wearing these stupid things? I’m not reading or anything I’ll keep them on for now then I’ll take them off when I get there. Sometimes I wonder why I have to do all this work only to hand it over to the capitol. Well I know why but I think it’s totally unfair. Unfortunately I can’t change that fact. I’m only an oblivious ‘child’. Well it is true. I am only a child, I’m fourteen. Well if I’m only a child then why am I expected to go and kill other people? The world I live in simply makes no sense.

Finally I make it to the centre where we have to hand in all our fish. I’m the only one there because everyone else is either still out there or simply didn’t come today. I was told to turn in early because I wouldn’t be able to carry my workload back. I see the peacekeepers there, in their stupid looking white uniforms and guns held in their hands and pointing the sky. They are soldiers, they supposedly keep the peace and yet I’ve seen them abuse, whip and even execute someone for god knows what. “Here’s my workload.”I say to the peacekeeper who’s at the table, he gives me a puzzled look. “You’re back quite early.” He says gruffly. “I was told to turn in early because I couldn’t carry anymore.” I explain to him. I simply plonk the net on the table and walk away.

As I walk down the road I realize something. I have nothing to do today, what exactly can I do? My stepfather has gone out to work. My mother and brother have gone out. There is nothing I can do, I’m not hungry since I ate before coming to work. I can’t go to the beat because everyone will be working. I take off my glasses and clean them a bit, there is nothing i can do, everyone has gone out somewhere, I don ‘t want to look like a loiterer and hang around the streets all day. I have better things to be doing in my time than that. I could go back home and relax but once again there’s nothing to do. I can’t go to the career academy because they’re not open.

I scoff and walk, I walk right past the beach. Sorry sea. We can’t hang out today I guess. I say to it. I know it seems strange but typical for me to think of the sea as a person. I think of the sea as my companion. Why wouldn’t I? It gives me the food I need, it gives my enjoyment, it gives me the thrill of swimming. I can swim in it and nothing happens. Besides that one time I almost drowned in a storm, after that my relationship with the sea was a bit shaky but I forgave the sea and she forgave me and I could swim in the sea again, catch more fish and not worry about the sea trying to drown me anymore. I make it a point to say hi to the sea every time I walk past the beach, it’s only common courtesy after all!

I walked past the beach, past all the men in their boats, throwing their nets overboard and trying to catch some fish. I continue walking until I encounter something I never thought I’d see. It’s something I’ve never seen. District 4 is a big place and there are only certain area’s in that district I even like to explore. I see a rock pool...There are actually rock pools around here? What the hell? How did I not know? Wait of course there’d be rock pools around here. This is district 4. This is the fucking coastal district! I think to myself as he feel myself drawn to it. It’s such a marvellous sight. The rocks looks so fine and fresh, there is the water there, it’s like it’s the sea’s sister or something. Something I never knew existed.

I smile to myself as I kick off my sandals, place them in a corner somewhere and start bounding down the rocks. It’s such a cool feeling. The moist rocks underneath my feet. Although at first it feels weird and the rocks are digging into my feet I get used to it. A wide grin appears on my face. I take off my glasses and put them next to my sandals. I don’t need them, I don’t need my glasses to be weighing me down, to be limiting where I can go and what I can do. I don’t need my glasses right now. A wide grin appears on my face as I confidently but slowly make my way into the water.

The water feels so cool and comforting against my feet I slowly begind to wade in. I realize I don’t want my shirt to get wet so I quickly pull it off over my head and throw it next to my sandals and glasses. To be honest I’m nothing impressive physically. I don’t have a six pack, I don’t have cool scars, I don’t have chest hair to look manly. I simply look like a teenager. I don’t have belly fat either, I’m skinny really. I have a healthy diet and I am reasonably fit, I swim after all. “This feels so... relaxing.” I think to myself as I sit down, my shorts get wet but I don’t care. I can’t believe I never noticed this place until now. This is as good as the beach.

Suddenly I see someone. It looks like a girl by the looks of it. Has she been watching me the whole time? If I wasn’t from District 4 I would look like a pretty big idiot, just sitting in water. But no one understands my connection to the water. I love the water. So I call out to her. “Hey! Why don’t you come and join me? It’s really relaxing!”

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