No Matter How Pretty the Trees Are ~ Open!
Mar 7, 2012 12:02:44 GMT -5
Post by Sarella on Mar 7, 2012 12:02:44 GMT -5
MAGGIE OAKSON
Who would ever know,
That a tree's bark isn't only rough?
It's sounds makes a crack when the axe comes to,
And the worker has had just enough.
If you stopped and listened carefully,
You might learn something new.
An axe meeting tree is strongest,
And a leaf's fall is heard by few.
My stumbling and tripping could be heard around the house. Considering it's a big house, I know I'm very loud. This house is falling into ruin, and we are all always hungry. It used to be a wonderful place, for about 6 months. Then the Ferere's lost most of their money, and they are just too kind to kick anyone out. Well, they did make anyone older than 19 move out. Philly was gone, but she still visited. Meaning at random times she would be behind me. Ready to terrorize me again.
I know I'm nearing the staircase. I'm just not sure if I can make it down. I usually fall. I pause, and try to be as slow as I can. Maybe I'm not close enough? Maybe. I begin to walk again, okay, maybe I was far off. Almost faster than I could understand, I'm tumbling down the stairs. So much for being any quieter. Immediatly I hear three pairs of footsteps running down the stairs. And, oh? Whats this? A fourth to my left. I feel Mr.Ferere's gently hand stand me up. Then two girl's just here to laugh. It happens.
But who is this fourth person? Reaching to my left, I touch someone who steps back quickly. "Hands off, wierdo." Philly says, and I want Ted. Ted is my stuffed bear. He used to be called Teddy, but that is childish. "Te-d." I say, my voice cracking. I feel around, and find him laying a few steps up. Hugging him tightly to my chest, I back up a few paces, where I know the front door awaits. I'm not supposed to go outside without a partner, but everyone refuses to go with me, and the Ferere's are always so busy working.
I stand around for a bit, pretedning to be thinking about something, so they leave. When they do, I timidly open the front door a crack, and feel the chill of the outdoors. I prefer the summer, when it's nice and hot. Or warm spring. Oh how I do love the spring. Taking a few small steps forward, I close the door behind me. It will be hard navigating the streets this morning. I can hear the people setting to work, and going to work already. The constant whiz of an axe. The occasional sound of a falling branch or tree.
It's nice, walking in the air. The coldness doesn't feel good, but I like the sound of nature in general. I wish I was allowed outside more often. Alone. Nobody ever seems to like me enough to go for a short walk with me. I run into a few buildings before I reach the square. Now it's confusing. I'm constantly tripping over people, and running into carts. I keep falling.
Right when I'm sure I've gotten safe, I run into another cart. The things I land on are squishy, no telling what I've landed on. It was just my hands that crushed them though, so there should be more in there....uncrushed. "You've ruined my cherries!" Someone yells. Cherries. So that is what I've run into. The person grabs my hand, preventing me from fleeing. I struggle a bit, unable to see any escape. Nothingness. "What do you have to say for yourself?" He asks loudly, and I'm near yelling myself. I make sobbing noises with my throat, for I'm so scared about all this. It's terribly frightening. "I-I-Didn't me-ean to!" I say, regretting the break in my voice. It's always doing that nowadays, goodness.
"I'm telling a peacekeeper you dirty rascal!" The person yells, I'm sure it's a man from the deep voice. My heart beats faster, "No! Please!" I yell, twisting my wrist around. Then I can hear some more people approaching. Oh what a mess I must look. Philly says I always look like I'm fresh out of a sleep. I probably look ten times that. I feel a hand on my shoulder and freeze. The hand shifts as whoever it was moves closer. Now isn't the time to think about mysterious hands. Feeling a small thump on the head, I get a bit angrey at the man holding me. I turn my body in the direction of the hand on me and tuck Ted under my armpit. Reaching forward with the free hand I grab the person. Maybe they'll help me. I'm so desperate right now, peacekeepers are terrible, terrible people.
I know I'm nearing the staircase. I'm just not sure if I can make it down. I usually fall. I pause, and try to be as slow as I can. Maybe I'm not close enough? Maybe. I begin to walk again, okay, maybe I was far off. Almost faster than I could understand, I'm tumbling down the stairs. So much for being any quieter. Immediatly I hear three pairs of footsteps running down the stairs. And, oh? Whats this? A fourth to my left. I feel Mr.Ferere's gently hand stand me up. Then two girl's just here to laugh. It happens.
But who is this fourth person? Reaching to my left, I touch someone who steps back quickly. "Hands off, wierdo." Philly says, and I want Ted. Ted is my stuffed bear. He used to be called Teddy, but that is childish. "Te-d." I say, my voice cracking. I feel around, and find him laying a few steps up. Hugging him tightly to my chest, I back up a few paces, where I know the front door awaits. I'm not supposed to go outside without a partner, but everyone refuses to go with me, and the Ferere's are always so busy working.
I stand around for a bit, pretedning to be thinking about something, so they leave. When they do, I timidly open the front door a crack, and feel the chill of the outdoors. I prefer the summer, when it's nice and hot. Or warm spring. Oh how I do love the spring. Taking a few small steps forward, I close the door behind me. It will be hard navigating the streets this morning. I can hear the people setting to work, and going to work already. The constant whiz of an axe. The occasional sound of a falling branch or tree.
It's nice, walking in the air. The coldness doesn't feel good, but I like the sound of nature in general. I wish I was allowed outside more often. Alone. Nobody ever seems to like me enough to go for a short walk with me. I run into a few buildings before I reach the square. Now it's confusing. I'm constantly tripping over people, and running into carts. I keep falling.
Right when I'm sure I've gotten safe, I run into another cart. The things I land on are squishy, no telling what I've landed on. It was just my hands that crushed them though, so there should be more in there....uncrushed. "You've ruined my cherries!" Someone yells. Cherries. So that is what I've run into. The person grabs my hand, preventing me from fleeing. I struggle a bit, unable to see any escape. Nothingness. "What do you have to say for yourself?" He asks loudly, and I'm near yelling myself. I make sobbing noises with my throat, for I'm so scared about all this. It's terribly frightening. "I-I-Didn't me-ean to!" I say, regretting the break in my voice. It's always doing that nowadays, goodness.
"I'm telling a peacekeeper you dirty rascal!" The person yells, I'm sure it's a man from the deep voice. My heart beats faster, "No! Please!" I yell, twisting my wrist around. Then I can hear some more people approaching. Oh what a mess I must look. Philly says I always look like I'm fresh out of a sleep. I probably look ten times that. I feel a hand on my shoulder and freeze. The hand shifts as whoever it was moves closer. Now isn't the time to think about mysterious hands. Feeling a small thump on the head, I get a bit angrey at the man holding me. I turn my body in the direction of the hand on me and tuck Ted under my armpit. Reaching forward with the free hand I grab the person. Maybe they'll help me. I'm so desperate right now, peacekeepers are terrible, terrible people.
