Archer Delacroix | District 2

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"Are you sure that this is the only way?"

That's what falls off of your lips as you look at your twin sister, her eyes emotionless and hollow. She picks up the scissors and holds them to her hair, inhaling as she looks out the window.

"Do you want to get out of this place or not?" she hisses at you, squeezing her fingers together and allowing the scissors to slice through her hair. "Face the facts, Arielle, there isn't any man nor woman who is going to adopt two skinny girls like us," she states as she continues to chop off her hair. "Only boys make it out of this Hell, you know that. And if this is what we must do to survive, then I am willing."

Your lips tremble as you watch your sister's locks of brown hair float down onto the floor, silver streaks of moonlight dancing through the window and shining upon your blue eyes. You bring your knees to your chest, inhaling and squeezing your eyes shut. "How do we know this will even work?" you question with a shaky voice.

You sister narrows her eyes, placing the scissors down and grabbing your shoulders. "I've already told you the plan, Arielle! We pretend that we ran away, but in all reality all we'll be doing is sneaking over to the boy's section of the orphanage. We just have to blend in long enough for a family to notice us and we'll be free. Don't you dare back out on me now, Arielle."

You gulp, because you know you could never be without your sister. "I don't want to be a boy, Leanne," you start as your eyes water. "They're icky and mean and they o-only hurt you in the end and-," you stop yourself before more words can drip off your tongue. No one knows of the time a boy caught you alone and held you down; no one knows of the time everything was stolen from you.

Leanne rolls her eyes, bringing the scissors back up to her scalp and finishing the job. She runs her hands through her choppy waves and thrusts the scissors into your hands. "Don't be a coward, Arielle. If you keep whining, no one will adopt you, even when you are a respectable specimen," she snarls.

You look down at the scissors in your hands, running your fingers along the steel. It was a brilliant idea, you'd have to give your sister that. But, as you look upon your reflection, you can't help but feel the bubble of anxiety that pushes against your surface. What if they caught you both? What if everything backfired and you ended up separated?

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With a gasp you bring the scissors up to your waving locks of brown hair, for you refuse to see a day where your sister won't be at arm's reach. And, to achieve this, you'll have to do as she wants. With a shaky inhale you place a strand of hair between the blades as you squeeze them shut, slicing through the hair with a faint snipping noise. You try to hide the gasps that press against your lips as your sister places a hand on your shoulder.

"Arielle, calm down," your sister starts as she takes the scissors from your hand. "Here, I'll do it for you," she adds with the softest voice she can possibly muster, as she positions herself behind you. She slowly starts to nip away at your locks of hair, until you are left with hair almost even shorter than her own.

"Sorry," she confesses. "It's easier to cut someone else's hair," she explains with a gruff tone, running a hand through your choppy hair and brushing loose strands off of your shoulders. "We look the part now, Arielle. We'll just have to train practically every day, I guess. But, for now, we'll be able to pass for prepubescent boys. I think."

You bring a hand to your hair, fighting back the tears that longed to flow from your eyes. "I'll be strong for you, Leanne."

"Call me Leander from now on, okay? It's time for our new life to begin, Archer."

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-template: chelsey
-face claim: erika linder
-plot: n/a
-name: arielle archer delacroix
-district: 2
-age: 17
-oDair

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