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Whispers [OPEN] May 31, 2011 15:14:55 GMT -5

Post by goldenmockingjay on May 31, 2011 15:14:55 GMT -5

Elliot twiddled his thumbs, waiting, watching as the minutes ticked by. 4..3..2...1. The bell rang, sounding through the collage. Elliot bolted up, not wasting a second. He raced out of the room as fast as he could. 4th period over, 5th on the way.

He turned a corner, almost running over a young girl, of about 5 or 6. She was deathly pale, and was trembling shakily."Lacy?" His little sister quivered at the sound of her name. "What are you doing here?" He said through gritted teeth. "L-looking for you."

"Why would you be-"

"I miss you."

Elliot sighed. This had happened before. Several times, actually. "Lacy, listen to me. It's not safe here. Go Home."

She nodded. Suddenly, Lacy broke out in a fit of coughing. Elliot groaned. "Lacy...go home. Take your medicine."

As his sister hobbled away , he turned away and set off for his class. He hoped no one had seen that or he would be in BIG trouble...

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Whispers [OPEN] May 31, 2011 23:41:14 GMT -5

Post by Mylies43 on May 31, 2011 23:41:14 GMT -5

PAM

I was walking along to my next class taking the long way to avoid Kevin when I saw a boy talking to a girl mabye 5 or 6.She only managed to cacth the last part of the conversation."....... your medicine."

I wondered who that little girl was and walked along silently to my next class. Between 5th and 6th period I looked for the boy I saw eailer. I soon found him and said,"Who was that you were talking to eailrer?"

Sometimes I stick my thump in a peach and leave it that way.

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 1, 2011 9:30:48 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jun 1, 2011 9:30:48 GMT -5

Brriiinnnggggg

Finaly...

The school day was coming to an end, my brain craved some freedom from lectures and crowds. It was all I wanted. So the second the bell rang I packed my things into my satchel before releasing a long troubled breath and walking into the bustling noise of the corridor.
As I was just walking to my final class-feeling the paronoia from the crowd of students, in the plastered hallway, getting stronger- when I saw a nimble boy with jet black hair and blue eyes. He was talking with a girl who had cream blonde hair and cow brown hair. I recognized her, she was Pam.

She was in my class and was my age. We'd never talked, but she sat next to me in 3 of my lessons so I'd learnt her name. She was a pretty looking thing, with a thin agile body like a gymnast's. She was a bit absent minded, like me, and also very energetic. The boy she was talking to turned his head to look at a student who'd pushed right past him. Only then did I recognize who it was.

Elliot Hale... my mind sighed and my breathing seemed to hitch slightly when I saw him.

Elliot Hale was in the year above me and I desprately wanted to make conversation with him. I had known about him for a while. I often saw him hanging round the lesser part of town. He was always talking with someone, which I guess meant he was a nice person. I'd never had to courage to talk to him, which meant staring at him like this wasn't the best angle to go at things. I couldn't hear what he was saying, which is a good thing because I never liked a spy.

Atleast Pam's brave enough to talk to his face...you can only talk to yourself my mind patronized. I guess it was right, I should really stop gawping at Elliot. No matter how nice he looked. Shaking my head I heard the bell for next period go.

"better get a move on" I whispered quietly to myself as I picked up the pace a bit.

Which was a big mistake. All of a sudden I tripped over my own feet and tumbled to the floor. Again. The hallway was almost empty apart from me, Elliot and Pam.

Oh please no......please let Elliot not of seen that.... I cringed silently to myself. Please...

Last Edit: Jun 1, 2011 9:39:12 GMT -5 by ali

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 1, 2011 20:57:35 GMT -5

Post by Mylies43 on Jun 1, 2011 20:57:35 GMT -5

PAM

I looked over to a girl who just tripped in te hallway, mabye 10 or so feet away from me.I struggled for his name, she was in about three of my classes, in fact she sat by me in those classes. I seemed to recal that she also liked t drift off as I do.

I walked over to her and started picking up her books and papers which were scattered on the floor."You ok?"I asked her as I handed her back her books.

Sometimes I stick my thump in a peach and leave it that way.

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 2, 2011 3:09:40 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jun 2, 2011 3:09:40 GMT -5

"Are you okay?"

I slowly looked up, taking my books from Pam. I glanced down quickly straigtening out the folds of my skirt. Pam was obviously waiting for an answer because she didn't seem to be going anywhere. I glanced over to where Elliot had been, but I couldn't see him. I scuffed my shoe on the lino floor; biting my lip nervously. I guess I'd have to talk to Pam for the first time.

You can do this....

I slowly nodded "Okay...thanks...P..Pam...." I spoke quietly pausing slightly "Thanks..for...your help......" I swallowed knowing I was probably scarlet red from the embaressment of tripping over. I thought about walking on, but I thought Pam might want to speak to me again. Or walk with me to class. I looked at her and smiled meekly before dropping the smile and glancing round awkwardly. This was a reason I didn't have many friends. I could never seem to strike conversation.

I could give it a try.... I thought routing about in my brain for a conversation starter. Sadly, I had lack of conversation starters ready so I had to improvise. I glanced around Pam as if a conversation starter was written on her. Which it sort of was. In splashes of paint on her trousers.

"...i..I didn't know you...liked painting...." I muttered to her in hope to have a decent conversation or just get rid of her as my anxiety to be alone began to sink in.

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 2, 2011 18:03:32 GMT -5

Post by Mylies43 on Jun 2, 2011 18:03:32 GMT -5

I similed at her."I really like to paint.I acuatally have to sell my paintings to make money for me, my brother, and my mom to survive." I looked at her again, exaiming her. She would make a nice drawing,I have lot's of people in my stecth book(most of them don't know there in there) and it's nice when people let me draw them of my own free will.

"You want me to draw you?"I asked as I pulled out my notebook and pencils from my pocket.

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 2, 2011 18:32:42 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jun 2, 2011 18:32:42 GMT -5

"I really like to paint.I acuatally have to sell my paintings to make money for me, my brother, and my mom to survive." She smiled at me.

Of course, because keeping alive is the best thing the younger generation is true My brow furrowed slightly at the thought. I knew it was true, the younger generation did keep the older one alive . Younger people had lower labour rates so jobs were more popular in the younger age range, while the older had higher labour rates. Even then jobs were avalible but many can't work, espeically if they're from the Seam. Many of my neighbours have some sort of mental illness. Which I guess, our Doctors should be able to fix ; but that isn't the case. My uncle was like them too...

"You're Uncle T has a brain illness darlin..."
"Is that why he can't feed himself Daddy?" I asked
My father nodded "Yeah Darlin....thats why"[/i]

I was bought back to reality by Pam asking me something about drawing me.

Me? ME? Why would Pam want to draw me? I asked myself. THen I remembered that most people thought that I wa pretty with my pale white complexion and freckled skin. I was a complete contrast to all the other girls in my class who had peachy skin.

I bit my lip, chewing it thinking of what to do. I looked at Pam who'd already got her pencils out.

Nice pencils, Carbon based by the looks of things. I don't see much harm in the offer.

"...okay...." I said quietly chewing on the corner of my lip still feeling paranoid about talking to Pam. [/font]

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 2, 2011 23:36:27 GMT -5

Post by Mylies43 on Jun 2, 2011 23:36:27 GMT -5

I started working as soon as she said I could draw her. Alot of people don't like to be drawn(I have no idea why)and was done in about ten minutes.Ten minutes!?The bells not that long,I then looked at the clock.Oh no,it's half past 10, the period started alf a hour ago.

Suddenly the tip tap of a teachers shoes could be heard echoing across the hallway.[]"Take this and hide"[/b]I said shoving the paper into the girls hands.

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 3, 2011 3:46:43 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jun 3, 2011 3:46:43 GMT -5

I heard the foot steps too, which couldn't be good. All of a sudden Pam shoved the drawing in my hands.

"Take this and hide!" Pam whispered sharpishy.

I didn't need to be told twice. I quickly turned and ran silently down the corridor.

Which way do I go???

Finding your way round the school was hard. I think it had originally been designed to be a Detention centre, but changed to a school when the new one was built in district 2. Our corridors were like a maze and if you got lost, well you either ended up in the wrong place or with a teacher. I glanced round, my heart beating loudly in my chest. There was no way that I could get to class and not be told off. I began biting my lip.

Again.

I heard the foot steps round the corner, and I began to panic. Looking round I saw the girl bathroom.

Perfect...

I ducked in the bathroom as the teacher rounded the corner. I prayed she didn't see. I glanced at the door before sitting down in the corner of the room and looking at Pams drawing. She was talented, I'd give her that. For a half an hour job it wasn't bad. Sadly, I knew that Pam would most likely not be able to follow this as a career. No one really cared for art in District 6. Yes, it was nice for school but no one really wanted to hang prized paintings up in their living rooms. It was a shame really, because Pam was a good artist. I guess she could go to the Capitol to persue her Career.

Though, no one really like the Capitol. In my opinion they were worse than the peacekeepers.

Just as barbaric....

They were the reason we were all fearing the games. Where innocent children fought to the death. And there was nothing they could do about it. Just the other night I'd seen a girl slaughter another on tv. It was horrible. I shivered at the thought of it. It is always someones worst fear to be reaped. Even more so if your from the lesser districts. I think District 6 had a few victors, but not as many as the Career districts. I bit my lip thinking about the two remaining tributes in the Arena, a girl called Katie from District 3 and a girl called Heron from District 12. The worst thing was is that Heron had no legs. I am surprised she'd survived this long. Its not often a disabled person is choosen, but when they are...

They're slaughtered like pigs...

I tried to think of other things, other than the hunger games and the capitol. I wondered were Pam had got too. I hoped she was alright. The teachers were strict here and would bash you if you disobeyed the rules. I had never been bashed, I knew Elliot had. And a few other boys in my class. I wondered if Pam had ever been bashed. She didn't seem like the type of student who got into trouble, but then again I didn't know her that well. I listened as the teacher strutted down the corridor and out of auidble range.

I let out a long thankfull sigh and slmped against the wall. My heart beat was beggining to even out now, but I still felt hot and clammy.

Damn rain...

I never particulary liked rain. Especially in summer. It made the air humid. Unluckly it was a common occurence in District 6 not so often a welcomed one. I took my hair out its cloth and let my hair fall to my shoulders. I closed my eyes, and while leant against the bathroom wall, I tried to think about happier things

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 4, 2011 0:55:45 GMT -5

Post by Mylies43 on Jun 4, 2011 0:55:45 GMT -5

PAM

I ran down the hallway oppsite of where the teacher and the girl was and ran around in desperate circles.I should have hid but I didn't for whatever reason.Maybe fear of bring caught?I don't think I'll ever know.

As I ran in circles I noticed that the teacher that was in the hallway was Ms.Gold.A nasty old bat if I ever saw one, unfortunately I had a class with her. I somehow ended up in the courtyard of the school which was in the center of the school as well.

I sat down in a bench that was taken over by bushes and other plants that few people knew of, fortunately none of the teachers knew about this place, so I had no fear of being discovered.After about ten minutes I exited and started searching for the other girl.

Sometimes I stick my thump in a peach and leave it that way.

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 4, 2011 4:33:13 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jun 4, 2011 4:33:13 GMT -5

It was another 10, maybe 20, minutes before I finally decided to get up and leave the bathroom. I guess that teacher wouldn't be looking for me now. Slowly I stood, fixing my hair back into the cloth before peeking into the corridor.

Coast clear...

I slowly slipped out into the corridor, glancing round. There was no sound of foot fall anywhere. I sighed in releif. I began to make my way to the front of school when...

BRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGGG

I looked up startled by the bell, and it wasn't long before the hallway became a sea of people who were hungry for lunch. I began to walk again ducking in and out the crowds of people. I was desprate to get some fresh air. Maybe it'd stopped raining. Even if it hadn't the courtyard would be free of students because of it. Which meant I could shelter beneath one of the overhanging window sills and eat my lunch peacefully.

I finally got to one of the many entrances to the courtyard, its old wooden frame smelled of must and its cracked window panes were covered in tiny droplets. Slowly I slipped outside. It was still raining, not as hard as it was when I got up this morning........

Pitter patter pitter patter
Rain? I thought. A common occurence in District 6, often a not so welcomed occurence either. Like the reaping, I loathed rain. It often made the streets slippery and, when it rained heavily enough, the factories flooded and many workers were out of work. Including me and my father. So when it rained, I prayed that it would finish up quickly so that I wouldn't be dampened when I arrived at school.

I opened my eyes, to see the musky damp room I was sleeping in. It wasn't much, just a 2 roomed house with a small kitchen area and a small old worn out television. I'd lived here all my life. It wasn't the richest home in the Seam.

But it was home

I rolled onto my back, letting out a heavy tired breath. My father must have gone to walk because his heavy, smoke damaged weezing was absent from the house. I was alone. Sitting I looked round the room, my fathers bed made neatly; the brown criss cross patch quilt tucked into the old rusting frame. Wind whistled through the cracks in the dusty damp ebony wooden window frame sending a sharp shiver down my spine. I shook, nibbling on my lip slightly.It may be summer, but it sure doesn't seem like it I thought.

Throwing my covers aside I stood and walked over the cold damp floor to the window. I inhaled the air, smelling the wetness of wood. Ironically my favourite smell. I placed my pale palm against the greyness of the condesation of the window, stareing out into the blue scene of District 6. A peacekeeper strutted past the window, in his crystal white suit; his black boots shining with water. I despised Peacekeepers. They were the worst thing about Panem, they had no morals. Barbaric, they are. Just like the Games. I turned startled, hearing the television switch on.

"Good Morning Panem" A shrill capitol voice sounded.

Just another announcement from the capitol about the Games I thought. Maybe another games has come and gone

Deep in gut I prayed that it hadn't ended. Because that meant another Reaping would happen soon. And I could be next... I shook my head, realizing I'd be late if I didn't get dressed. Going over to a splintering chest of draws, I pulled the top draw open.

Clunk

I pulled out the wooly, scratchy fabric which was my school clothes. I slipped out of my night gown and into the pale blue round collard cotton shirt and chocolate brown skirt. Turning to the speckled mirror that rested precariously on a bent nail that jutted out the wood, I began fixing my hair. I could see why most people thought I was pretty, I had pale skin and freckles unlike the other girls in District 6. They all had dark hair and a peachy complexion. Which some guys preferred to my snowy white skin. My farther always commented on how I looked like my mother, and how I was just like her.But she's dead, isn't she I always told myself.

I walked into the living area, and glanced at the old clock in the corner. 7 it read, the ticking making a melody with the rain on the slated roof.

Pitter patter tick tick pitter patter tick tick

I looked up at the grey sky and sighed. Why did it have to rain so much, it made everything... depressing. I slowly walked over to one of the marble window sills and slid under it , sitting on the moist gravel. I looked round as I pulled my measly lunch out of my satchel. I slowly untied the thin golden string that tied the dark fabric together. As I folded out the corners, I saw what my father had made me for lunch.

White bread?! Cheese?! And...

The final item of my lunch was a complete new food to me. I had seen them in the window of the Bakery sometimes, but they were far to expensive to buy normally. I slowly picked the small round cake like object and bit into it.

Mmmmm raisins....

It tasted like a mix between bread and cake. It was very dry, so I was lucky to have a small bottle of milk to wash it down with. I was shocked to sea quite expensive foods in my lunch. White bread alone cost 15 peices and Cheese cost atleast 20! I didn't know how much the strange cake like thing had cost but I am sure it was over 30. I then remembered my Dad had promised me he would try buy me nicer lunches rather than the seam bread I usually had. He'd mentioned he'd got a small pay raise at work, one by 0.2 peices per hour rather than 0.1. It wasn't a vast amount more than his usual pay, but it now could afford us nicer food atleast.

Before, we could only afford some fruits. Like apples and raisins. They weren't heavily expensive like other fruit. Some weeks we had to live off our Rationed grain and Terrasae rice. I knew that wouldn't change certinally. There would be some weeks where we would have to survive off the grain and rice but not as many as before. I remember once my father had saved up a whole weeks pay to buy fish and herbs along side potatoes to feed me and him one night. He did that occasionally. Yearly infact. He did it for the reaping.

My stomach growled and so I began to eat my lunch, flolding the small slices of white bread over and stuffing the cheese inside. I devoured it, savouring the cake like thing. I smiled listening to the rain fall ont he ground around me.

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 5, 2011 21:44:37 GMT -5

Post by Mylies43 on Jun 5, 2011 21:44:37 GMT -5

PAM

I walked outside with my lunch not liking the cafeteria and sat down in my hidden bench as I always did for lunch. Sometimes I wouldn't and I would sit inside but today I felt like wacthing the rain and eating.

My stomach rumbles as I looked into my lunch. It was the scool lunch for the extremelly poor kids that couldn't afford to make lunches at home.I sighed as I opened the container. Some moldy bread, a rotten banana, and more likely then not, expired milk.

Not having else to eat I dug into my food being used to it now. The first time I had lunch at school I caught a stomach fever and was throwing up for days. I sighed at the recolection of the memory, a bad one for that matter.

I gazed around the courtyard and saw the girl that I had drawn eariler today. She had much nicer lunch and my stomach gruggled loudly as I started at the food she had. I looked back down at my food and felt sick.I hope I hope im not sick again.hought to myself. It's horrible when your throwing up.

I sighed and waved over to the girl as I contuined to eat my lunch.

Sometimes I stick my thump in a peach and leave it that way.

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 6, 2011 13:48:25 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jun 6, 2011 13:48:25 GMT -5

As I chewed the last bites of my bread I saw Pam waving at me. She was a sweet girl, I guess. I didn't really talk to people so I wouldn't know. She seemed to always being where I was today. Maybe this meant something, maybe it didn't. Did it really matter though.

I never have had many friends, and I guess I would like some if I weren't so socialy awkward; but that was just me. I watched Pam, and the rain as it fell around me. I sighed deeply thinking about the games. It was a commen thought at the moment. It frustrated me alot. No one liked to watch the games, unless you were from the capitol. They were bred around the subject.

Shaking my head I slowly finished my lunch.

Last Edit: Jun 7, 2011 15:30:43 GMT -5 by ali

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 6, 2011 21:38:30 GMT -5

Post by goldenmockingjay on Jun 6, 2011 21:38:30 GMT -5

Elliot sat on the ground, slowly chewing his pear. He set the oval-shaped fruit down and picked up his milk. His family was one of the richer families in District 6, but that was hardly saying much. His mother was working on several new theories and inventions, but until she was finished, his family was low on money, and most of it was going to his sister, who was down with some mysterious ailment. But surprise, surprise, it wasn't so mysterious in the capitol.

His mom was trying to raise enough money to get the medicine for it, but most anything from the capitol cost an arm and a leg,and that was if you could even find someone who was willing to sell. To help his sister, Elliot had taken to living off a fruit, some milk, and if he was very lucky, a slice of pie for dessert.

He gazed at the green sack he carried his lunch in, staring as intently as if it could reveal all the world's mysteries. Breaking his gaze, he glanced up at the sky. It was grey, as always.

Rain, Rain, and more rain. It has to stop sometime...

Sliding his eyes back down to earth again, he saw a girl sitting a few yards away from him, under a window. She was eating some whit bread and cheese. And she was familiar.

He got up, grabbing his green bag, shoving his lunch into it. Quickly, he walked over to her. "Hey. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

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Whispers [OPEN] Jun 7, 2011 17:14:30 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jun 7, 2011 17:14:30 GMT -5

"Hey. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

I frowned remembering that voice, I looked up to see Elliot. There he was...standing slightly wet with rain. He was talking to me.

Oh god

I stared at him. Somehow the words that I kept in my head was churning round my stomach. And I wasn't able to say one word. All I could think of was smiling. What harm could that do? I slowly pulled what someone would call a smile but it was more of a lopsided sneer.

Well done Alikia

I immeaditly stopped 'smiling' as I felt my cheeks begin to burn. I was blushing again and not the attractive pink colour either. More like a bright red colour. This was worse than tripping up in the corridor. I glanced down hiccuping slightly before opening my mouth to speak.

All that came out was a quiet "Alikia...."

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