easton dimitriou : d6 : cb
Oct 3, 2016 16:14:01 GMT -5
Post by goat on Oct 3, 2016 16:14:01 GMT -5
easton dimitriou
15
she/her
district 6
15
she/her
district 6
"Easton, get down! You're going to break your arm again!"
From the top of this tree, my brother looks so small. He waves his arms like he's trying to emphasize his point. My family is always trying to stop me from having fun. They tell me I'm too smart to be running around outside. I know that in a few short years I'll be stuck churning out medicines in a lab, so I'm going to enjoy my freedom while I can.
My brother shouts something else. Instead of shouting back, I laugh to myself. He's so stubborn. We go through this routine often enough that he should know it isn't going to work. I pull my thinning hair into a ponytail before hoisting myself onto a taller branch. I bet if I climbed the tallest tree in the District, I could see beyond the boundaries. I wonder what I'd find.
No. Stop. Don't think about that. Curiosity killed the cat, I remind myself.
The sound of a slamming door reaches my ears, which means my brother has given up and stormed back inside. Good.
The sun is shining bright, but the air around me is cold. It seems my skin is safe from getting burned today. I stretch my arms towards the sky and my legs towards the ground. Falling from this height would kill me. If I were glass, I would only shatter, and my family could glue me back together. Unfortunately, I am made of flesh and blood and bone, which isn't as forgiving.
From the top of this tree, my brother looks so small. He waves his arms like he's trying to emphasize his point. My family is always trying to stop me from having fun. They tell me I'm too smart to be running around outside. I know that in a few short years I'll be stuck churning out medicines in a lab, so I'm going to enjoy my freedom while I can.
My brother shouts something else. Instead of shouting back, I laugh to myself. He's so stubborn. We go through this routine often enough that he should know it isn't going to work. I pull my thinning hair into a ponytail before hoisting myself onto a taller branch. I bet if I climbed the tallest tree in the District, I could see beyond the boundaries. I wonder what I'd find.
No. Stop. Don't think about that. Curiosity killed the cat, I remind myself.
The sound of a slamming door reaches my ears, which means my brother has given up and stormed back inside. Good.
The sun is shining bright, but the air around me is cold. It seems my skin is safe from getting burned today. I stretch my arms towards the sky and my legs towards the ground. Falling from this height would kill me. If I were glass, I would only shatter, and my family could glue me back together. Unfortunately, I am made of flesh and blood and bone, which isn't as forgiving.
