Cairo Wolk D1 done

Cairo Wolk

The feeling of my skateboard, is one of the only good feelings I get. The feeling of running the rim through my fingers is my greatest pleasure. Wait, no, riding the skateboard is my greatest pleasure. I feel free again, I don't feel like I am in my parents grasps anymore, they can't tell me what to do.

My feet planted on a board, it would be hard for many people to understand why this is a such pleasure. There are many reasons why people don't understand. The main answer is that they aren't us. Who are us? We are skaters, people that plant their feet on the board and feel the freedom. We understand why freedom is important. We know that we have to rebel against everything our parents told us to stand for. At least for me it's like that.

My parents try to grasp me, keep a tight hold. They want me to forget skateboarding, to leave that for the worthless boys. Well guess what mom and dad, I'm one of those worthless boys, only difference is that I am a girl. I'm a girl that likes to skate, that likes rips in her cloths, and that likes to dye her hair, like what the hell!

You see most of my life I played good little girl for mommy and daddy, I payed attention in school, I went to career practice as I was told to, and did my homework. I pretend to be everything I wasn't, just so they let me skate. I would do anything to be able to be doing what makes me happy, but that obviously wasn't good enough for them.

They want me to be like every other stuck up rich girl in the district. They want me to care about my hair, my makeup, clothes, and how I'm going to win the games if I ever get reaped. They don't want me wasting my talents and obvious potential on skateboarding and hanging out with a bunch of guys. They keep trying to get me off my addiction to drugs and alcohol. I know it isn't good for me, but it is what keeps my nerves down when my parents scold me.

To be honest I think my parents might already be discussing an arranged marriage from someone of our class. I don't want to be married off to a guy that I don't even know, what could be worse! For all I know I don't want to be married at all. I don't want to have kids, and I don't want to lose my virginity. But no, I have to be what they want me to be, I have to be everything but myself. What kind of parents can't accept that?

What kind of parent wants a stupid blonde as their daughter? Okay sure I'm blond, I have wavy blond hair. That's my natural hair color and at the moment my only. My parents confiscated all my hair dye! Though if you look closely you can still see a hint of brown, from the last time I dyed my hair.I liked brown instead of blond, because it takes the stereotype about blondes of my shoulders. The only problem is that now people think I dyed my hair blond and it isn't natural.

Most people think I'm older, most people think i'm past reaping age, but it isn't true. I still have one stupid more year to go. I don't want to get reaped, there are no skateboards in that hell hole, the call an arena. I will be just another one of those district one bitches, that they expect to be all pretty and stuck up. Well I'm more than that, so will the odds be in my favour?