♠ finity hampton ♠ d8 {cbd 1}

My mother says we aren't staying. She says someday we’re going to go somewhere: somewhere where people are going to want to know my name (and not just during role call on reaping day), somewhere where people will tell me that I’m beautiful the way my mother does, somewhere where they don’t hear our every misplaced whisper as if it’s a scream and treat every desperate scream as if it’s a whisper. My mother told me fairy tales when I was younger – but not the kind that the other kids hear like Cinderella or Rumpelstiltskin. She told me stories of parallel lines, so terribly similar, and yet never to meet, never to know; stories of tangent lines who met once and never again; tales of lines that approached asymptotes, so close and yet never to touch. However, my favorite stories were the ones of sine and cosine waves, which had an infinite and unbreakable number of intersections. My parents named me after that word, you know: infinity. They say that I can be whoever I want, and I should never let people stop me, but it’s hard – much harder than they make it to be. Everyone here has grown up with English as their native language, but all I know how to speak are numbers, really. My parents said I'll get to use my knowledge of math sometime, but with every passing day that I'm stuck here huddling in the warmth of my textbooks, I lose a little bit of faith. My heart is beating with a positive acceleration, I swear it: faster and faster each day, restless for a new start. If only I didn't have so much love to give and not enough to love.

codeword: odair