miles landon - d2 - finished

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Name:  miles james landon
Age: 18
Gender: male
District/Area: 2
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Codeword: ODAIR
Other: CASPAR LEE <33

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MILES LANDON

As I walk into the office there is immediately a loud buzzing sound that enters my head. I grimace, mad that mum would make me come to this place, normally she wouldn't insist on something so much but now here was was, telling me that I may need to see someone about my lack of love for a few different things, like things that she would consider normal. I was never the kid who would play fight, instead strumming on the strings of a homemade instrument with a toothy smile crossing my face as I would happily sit there for hours. Now though here she was, telling me that I wasn't ready for life, that I was still too childish. Yes I had always been the class clown, the kid that always had a joke to make other's laugh. So far though, according to her, it's gotten me literally no where in life besides a lost job and no way of being able to support her and my father.

Sitting down in a strangely padded and comfortable chair, I lean my head back against the wall, hardly sitting for more than a few mere seconds before I hear my name in a loud and crisp tone."Miles Landon," I hate her voice already. Standing up I walk towards the door and immediately she starts pounding me with questions.

"Do you have any nicknames?"

My first thought is to come up with something really witty, to make up something stupid and see what she does. It takes me a second to realize though that here she is, this little old lady with an auburn bun stacked on her rounded head, and she's trying, or at least pretending, to try to get to know me better as a person. I try to answer as honestly as possible, feeling pity deep in my heart for the little woman in the chair across from me, her large body hardly fitting into the chairs whilst I’m nearly falling out from the silky material that covers the top and my jeans that are old and are worn by me almost every day. "Well," I start, swallowing as she gives me a heavy glare. "Sometimes they call me Mi or Land," it's the truth after all sometimes people do call me stupid names, mostly though I just prefer Miles.

"Good, so how would you describe yourself?”

I hadn’t really expected such a question, another personal question that in no way was relevant to the topic of self-help. Anyways though, I could see the puppy-dog look that resided on the woman’s face as she continued to look at me, holding the small clipboard between her bony fingers. Running a spindly hand through my own hair I looked up at her, opening my mouth to answer. I"m not sure how I would describe myself to be perfectly honest, I"m just a 6' guy with blonde hair and light green eyes that have a little brown in them. I'm not too muscular and I tend to be called weak by many of the district, considering i'm not the one to fight. I decide to put this into concise terms for the little lady, simple, but witty terms. ”Well, I suppose I’m a weak giant with blonde hair and a goofy smile,” I give her a winning grin with slightly yellowed teeth and all as I try to cheer her up, get that saddened expression off her old and winkled face. Really, in all honestly, the lady looks quite pathetic. How can she help other people when she can’t help herself?

"Okay then, so what was your childhood like?"

”It was different I suppose,” I once again flash a grin as I try to make her crack even the smallest of smiles. Even so, my efforts result in absolutely nothing. I decide that after this there isn’t any way to cheer her up, so I decide to just sit there and answer her question. In all consideration, I never really liked talking about my childhood, especially to a stranger. It wasn’t that it was bad or overly brag able, it was just a boring topic, me and my little life as a foolish child with no sense of life. According to mum though I’m still in such a state currently. I laugh a small bit and then shrug it off and answer. ”Well, I was quite the child. I liked flowers and little guitars that I could make out of string and wood and I had two loving parents who raised me to the man that I am today.” I raise my arms out to my sides to symbolize that I obviously haven’t changed, at least according to my loving mother.

"Do you want to be here Mr. Landon?"

Immediately I want to scream no, just like a little boy would do and stamp my way out of the room, but I hold it in and calmly answer the question that she has presented me, otherwise I would prove my mother right, I would prove that I was still just a little boy with no manners and morals. ”And how does this relate…?” I trail off, a questioning expression plastered to my narrow face as I give her a curious glance.

“I’m just wondering, you seem…distracted.” She looks at me, flicking her hand. ”Nevermind, I think you’ve had enough for today, don’t you think, dear?” She gets up slowly, getting her ass out of the chair and walking over to the small pile of documents on her desk, writing something that I cannot see. Her hand moves with speed and I find myself watching it with a slight interest before she sets the pen down and opens the wooden door, motioning for me to exit. Putting on a hardened grimace on my face, as though I am severely disappointed with how today has turned out, I waked out of the room. Maybe she thinks I can’t help it, maybe she thinks that I’m incapable of controlling my emotions, maybe that’s why she treated me as though I was a little lost dog that needed a little help to get on the right path in life.

I smile as soon as I am out of sight, because I know that it is quite the opposite. I am a free person, with my own will and my own path in life. And nothing that she can say will change that, nothing that she will say will change how I tell my jokes, or how I cheer those up who look sad. This makes me happy, because I am free. I’ll tell mother that it all went okay, that we came to an agreement and I’ll try to act normal. I’ll probably act different though, because I am.

I am different.

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