{//Cotton//Is//Gold//}
Dec 20, 2008 22:39:45 GMT -5
Post by Gempol on Dec 20, 2008 22:39:45 GMT -5
&Orerevor&
Heave. Heave. Heave. Throw. Tie. Repeat.
That was the tentative schedule for the day. Tending to the cotton fields twenty four hours a day. Hard work, indeed. One of the hardest jobs in all of Panem. But I, Orerevor, can take it on like a pro. I am one of the best cotton gatherers in the district. And that's saying something.
Some people don't understand how it works in a cotton field. They also don't undertstand how much cotton is worth. Cotton is made into clothing, which for the residents of the upper districts, is the essence of life. Without their ridiculous fashion, they would all fall down and die. So as the saying goes:
Cotton is Gold.
At the thought of the districts, I sigh. A big and heavy sigh. I want to live there. I want to be a resident in those sky high buildings and drive those fancy driving machines and be a part of such an advanced society. It has always been my dream to live in those districts. But the truth was, you needed to be filthy rich to live there. That's why I work so hard; to earn money to move one day.
Reality can crush dreams.
I heave another sigh, and another pack of cotton.
That's when I hear the noise.
It was slight, but my sense of hearing could hear it.
I raise my rake upward; whoever came out of those grains would get quite a beating.
I hold my breath.
Heave. Heave. Heave. Throw. Tie. Repeat.
That was the tentative schedule for the day. Tending to the cotton fields twenty four hours a day. Hard work, indeed. One of the hardest jobs in all of Panem. But I, Orerevor, can take it on like a pro. I am one of the best cotton gatherers in the district. And that's saying something.
Some people don't understand how it works in a cotton field. They also don't undertstand how much cotton is worth. Cotton is made into clothing, which for the residents of the upper districts, is the essence of life. Without their ridiculous fashion, they would all fall down and die. So as the saying goes:
Cotton is Gold.
At the thought of the districts, I sigh. A big and heavy sigh. I want to live there. I want to be a resident in those sky high buildings and drive those fancy driving machines and be a part of such an advanced society. It has always been my dream to live in those districts. But the truth was, you needed to be filthy rich to live there. That's why I work so hard; to earn money to move one day.
Reality can crush dreams.
I heave another sigh, and another pack of cotton.
That's when I hear the noise.
It was slight, but my sense of hearing could hear it.
I raise my rake upward; whoever came out of those grains would get quite a beating.
I hold my breath.
