at least write to me. [open to anyone]

{im gonna try 2nd person}

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The cool wispy hair hits you the face and your hair flows around. Winter is coming and work is even more a struggle, for you, what's left of your family, and all the people you live with in District 11. Being deaf does seem to help, at least you don't have to hear the wind hitting the leaves, making a rustling noise. It's rather annoying to you. But truthfully, ever since you went deaf, you want to hear something. No, actually, you just want to hear anything. But your stuck having to use a notepad and pen, writing out everything, and people writing back to you. But, you're used to it and you have to, so you don't complain. And now you forgot you have to keep working so you stop thinking about the unfourtanate.

Whatever, or whoever, decided to put District 11 in charge of growing fruits and stuff, sure doesn't like us. you think. You have one of those jobs where your always outside, when it's either 100 degrees or 20. That's why you hate the winter and the summer, too cold, or too hot. The fall and spring are nice, perfectly balanced. Your opinions don't matter, anyways, so you continue working. You just look and around and sat on the cold ground. You wish you had friends, someone to communicate with. At least someone who has the patience to write to you.