xanthe hartigan : d11 : cb
Jun 5, 2016 17:32:19 GMT -5
Post by goat on Jun 5, 2016 17:32:19 GMT -5
xanthe hartigan
13
female
district 11
13
female
district 11
Winnie's hair is much longer than mine is. As identical twins, with the same strong brow and olive skin, our hair can be the only way to tell us apart. She finishes tying her braid before turning to me with her hand out. I drop the paper crown I made into her palm. She smiles.
She climbs onto the table, bare feet balancing on splintered wood. We slide our crowns on at the same time. "Princess Xanthe?" She asks, thrusting her hand toward me.
"Yes, Princess Winnie?" I reply, taking her hand. She hoists me onto the table so I can stand next to her.
"Look at our kingdom. How can we help our people today?"
We are growing older, against our will. We want to believe that we are still young girls with all the time in the world. It is obvious that our collapsing house is not a kingdom, and we are not princesses, but it doesn't mean we can't pretend.
"Hmm.." I tap my chin, pretending like I'm deep in thought. "We should give them all chocolate milk."
Winnie erupts into laughter. She grabs my shoulder, doubling over. "Where are we going to get chocolate cows?" She giggles.
I catch her laughter like it's a sickness. We hold on to each other, trying to make sure that the earthquakes in our chest don't send us tumbling off the table. At one point, I tilt my head a bit too far forward, and my paper crown slips off my head. As I stare down at it, my delight trailing off, Winnie takes hers off too. The smile is gone from her face.
"We better hide these before Kalem gets home," she whispers.
She climbs onto the table, bare feet balancing on splintered wood. We slide our crowns on at the same time. "Princess Xanthe?" She asks, thrusting her hand toward me.
"Yes, Princess Winnie?" I reply, taking her hand. She hoists me onto the table so I can stand next to her.
"Look at our kingdom. How can we help our people today?"
We are growing older, against our will. We want to believe that we are still young girls with all the time in the world. It is obvious that our collapsing house is not a kingdom, and we are not princesses, but it doesn't mean we can't pretend.
"Hmm.." I tap my chin, pretending like I'm deep in thought. "We should give them all chocolate milk."
Winnie erupts into laughter. She grabs my shoulder, doubling over. "Where are we going to get chocolate cows?" She giggles.
I catch her laughter like it's a sickness. We hold on to each other, trying to make sure that the earthquakes in our chest don't send us tumbling off the table. At one point, I tilt my head a bit too far forward, and my paper crown slips off my head. As I stare down at it, my delight trailing off, Winnie takes hers off too. The smile is gone from her face.
"We better hide these before Kalem gets home," she whispers.
