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Mar 22, 2012 18:07:04 GMT -5
Post by -- Just Dance - on Mar 22, 2012 18:07:04 GMT -5
{Taryn}{District 1}{Seventeen}
Speaking
Thoughts
Hearing
Thoughts
Hearing
The air was cool, the pavement glistening with fresh rain drops. My blonde hair was loosely tucked into a braid, curls running down my cheeks. I had lightly polished my black eyelashes with some mascara and applied a deep pink on my lips, subtle, soft, just the way I always was. My mind was racing with many thoughts, bumping against one another and combining themselves.
I sat down on the sidewalk, taking in all the fresh smells from the backery's which lined the streets. I curled my small arms around my knees, locking my fingers together as I sat there silently. The day had been going on quite well, except for the part that I had fought with my father because of one of his silly thoughts.God Taryn, why couldn't you be like your brothers? Why couldn't you be more like Lerak? My smile stiffined into an unpleasant frown, my eyebrows crushed together as I squinted my blue eyes in disgust. "Because I'm not like them dad, sorry to disappoint." I whispered into the open air, I felt my legs turn to mush as my blue orbs watered, and as I ran my index finger under my left eye, I knew I was crying. Please, me, Taryn, a daddy's girl? I was more like mommy's princess, my mother adored my as I was the only female in the family apart from her, but even with my mom I felt completely alone in our large house.
My tiny hand grabbed a loose rock that was on the street, I chucked it high up in the air, waiting to hear it drop. Plop. I wiped the black streaks that stained my cheeks and began to regain my normal breathing, looking at the ground incase anyone had recognized me. This life wasn't easy, not that I expected it, I was a child born with fear due to the Hunger Games. Just another name in that plastic box that held my future, weather I would survive or be dawned to disaster. I rubbed my temples, all this thinking about the Hunger games always made me sick, my head pounded with horrific images of recent deaths of children.
I sat down on the sidewalk, taking in all the fresh smells from the backery's which lined the streets. I curled my small arms around my knees, locking my fingers together as I sat there silently. The day had been going on quite well, except for the part that I had fought with my father because of one of his silly thoughts.God Taryn, why couldn't you be like your brothers? Why couldn't you be more like Lerak? My smile stiffined into an unpleasant frown, my eyebrows crushed together as I squinted my blue eyes in disgust. "Because I'm not like them dad, sorry to disappoint." I whispered into the open air, I felt my legs turn to mush as my blue orbs watered, and as I ran my index finger under my left eye, I knew I was crying. Please, me, Taryn, a daddy's girl? I was more like mommy's princess, my mother adored my as I was the only female in the family apart from her, but even with my mom I felt completely alone in our large house.
My tiny hand grabbed a loose rock that was on the street, I chucked it high up in the air, waiting to hear it drop. Plop. I wiped the black streaks that stained my cheeks and began to regain my normal breathing, looking at the ground incase anyone had recognized me. This life wasn't easy, not that I expected it, I was a child born with fear due to the Hunger Games. Just another name in that plastic box that held my future, weather I would survive or be dawned to disaster. I rubbed my temples, all this thinking about the Hunger games always made me sick, my head pounded with horrific images of recent deaths of children.
