Dont push me // open
Aug 2, 2013 20:19:46 GMT -5
Post by brilligedevane on Aug 2, 2013 20:19:46 GMT -5
BRILLIG EDEVANE
Dark it was. Very dark indeed. But I can still see. I am used to this. There are many late nights when you work at the coat factory I do. As I look at my wrist, I remember that I don't have a watch. She took that too. A few years ago, my little sister left. She went past the fence between districts 7and 8. It was early in the morning. Before I had woken up. I woke up to find 1/4 of my belongings gone. That included her. She probably left, but I honestly din't know what happened.
I walk north to the shack where me and the rest of the Edevanes- my parents- do everything. Other than sew coats, and I go to school. My life is so miserable. And it's probably going to get worse. Perhaps I will volunteer for the next hunger games. I'd die and leave my miserable life. Oh dear. Why couldn't I have been born to a family that had more fun? Don't get me wrong. I love my parents. But sometimes I wish we had more money. We would if my sister was here.
It starts to pour and I don't know what to do. I begin to debate my options. In the end I just decide to make a run for it. It's really dark now and I can barely see my hand. My dripping wet hand. I tie my long red hair into two braids on the sides of my head. My hair could really use a good washing. When was it last washed? I can't even remember that far! As I hear thunder I start to run. Run like the wind. Run like I was in the hunger games and a career was coming at me with a knife. I come to a halt as I hear movement. "Hello?" I ask.
Dark it was. Very dark indeed. But I can still see. I am used to this. There are many late nights when you work at the coat factory I do. As I look at my wrist, I remember that I don't have a watch. She took that too. A few years ago, my little sister left. She went past the fence between districts 7and 8. It was early in the morning. Before I had woken up. I woke up to find 1/4 of my belongings gone. That included her. She probably left, but I honestly din't know what happened.
I walk north to the shack where me and the rest of the Edevanes- my parents- do everything. Other than sew coats, and I go to school. My life is so miserable. And it's probably going to get worse. Perhaps I will volunteer for the next hunger games. I'd die and leave my miserable life. Oh dear. Why couldn't I have been born to a family that had more fun? Don't get me wrong. I love my parents. But sometimes I wish we had more money. We would if my sister was here.
It starts to pour and I don't know what to do. I begin to debate my options. In the end I just decide to make a run for it. It's really dark now and I can barely see my hand. My dripping wet hand. I tie my long red hair into two braids on the sides of my head. My hair could really use a good washing. When was it last washed? I can't even remember that far! As I hear thunder I start to run. Run like the wind. Run like I was in the hunger games and a career was coming at me with a knife. I come to a halt as I hear movement. "Hello?" I ask.
