riptide pt 2.— [fly o'malley/alex pepperwood]
Aug 15, 2021 17:03:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2021 17:03:50 GMT -5
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Chickens have always hated me despite me never doing anything to them. At first I just thought it was our chickens. That our chickens were ungrateful and lashing out at the one person who took care of them. However, my current predicament was proving otherwise. Though, maybe it was fate. Maybe the chickens wanted this to happen. Maybe they knew I was having such a hard time coping with Thad's death. Maybe this girl was having a hard time too.
Let me start back at the beginning. Our district was selected as a "county fair" to host members of districts Eleven and Nine for a few weeks. At first, I wasn't interested but Quinn made me sign up for a few events regardless. Well, I wanted to see what all the buzz was about. As I was headed to the fairgrounds, it happened. I was speaking to someone who lived right by the fairgrounds when the latch for their chickens broke and all at once their chickens came out.
The chickens had death in their eyes and they set their sights on me. All at once the beasts began to swarm me and I ran. There was nothing else I could do at the time. Luckily, the owner managed to round up the majority so I only had about five chasing me by the time I actually left their property. I made sure to make a mental note to myself to try to return the chickens once they calmed down, if they calmed down.
Maybe I could've taken them on, but I was worried about hurting them, Though, with every peck of my heels the urge to just stomp on one was growing and growing. Is this how they did it? Thad? Evan? Six? Did they just keep taking the hits from the mutts and other tributes until it became too much and they were forced to fight back? Would I ever be put in that situation? I prayed not.
But then it happened. Lost in my thoughts and focusing on trying to get the chickens to fuck off, I crashed into a girl near the camp sites. I fell to the ground as I smacked into her and the chickens began to peck my hands and legs rather than just the back of my heels. But right now I wasn't focused on them. I felt sort of bad for crashing into her. Especially over some damn birds.
But when I looked at her, she felt familiar in a weird way. Like I had known her long ago or as though she was someone I had once seen in a dream. Plus, she was pretty dang cute. She had really pretty eyes and her hair was like fire dancing across her shoulders. I scrambled to get up, not wanting to embarrass myself further in front of the pretty girl as the chickens continued to attack me.
"Sorry about that, I'm Alexander. But, a girl as pretty as you can call me Alex."
alexander ‘alex’ pepperwood
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