A kingdom of isolation {arctic}
Nov 14, 2016 13:36:41 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Nov 14, 2016 13:36:41 GMT -5
Jeune Ely-Nevis
Grey, low, dirty skies. The freezing wind is piercing my skin like an icy needle. Bare trees look like corpses under the thick clouds. I hate autumn. Hate the cold, hate the desperation, hate the dying scenery. Why can't it just be summer, winter and spring without these damn depressing three months? Why does the year consist of twelve months? Good question. No one ever told me why it all had to be like it was. Nevermind. I don't care much anyways. What I know is that nothing that exists now can be changed, that is what really matters.
Grey, low, dirty skies. The freezing wind is piercing my skin like an icy needle. Bare trees look like corpses under the thick clouds. I hate autumn. Hate the cold, hate the desperation, hate the dying scenery. Why can't it just be summer, winter and spring without these damn depressing three months? Why does the year consist of twelve months? Good question. No one ever told me why it all had to be like it was. Nevermind. I don't care much anyways. What I know is that nothing that exists now can be changed, that is what really matters.
I am strolling in an unknown direction, not knowing what I am going to do next. Mom told me I was not behaving like a normal young lady after I refused to wash the dishes (it is my turn to do that stuff today, but I just don't feel like it. The chores are all so boring) and after Kerra joined her, I just said that I won't do this ever again and walked off in a mood. Mom was upset, and what I did feels wrong, but I don't know if I could have done anything differently if I was given a second chance. Living in a house full of girls and women is a nightmare. I wish I had a brother or could just see my male cousins more often.
The wind blows harder and harder... If only I had more warm clothes to wear, I wouldn't give up so easily, but now dishwashing almost becomes my dream. I would give anything to go back, but I can't. I can't admit I was wrong. If I do, they will never let me say what I want or slam the door in their faces ever again. Is that so awful? It probably is, because I don't want to change who I am and wish I had an opportunity to stay a teenager for my whole life.
I am cold. And mad at everything around. The wind, the clouds, the trees, the dirt under my feet. Mad. I see a boulder under my feet and kick it as hard as I can. In a few seconds, I hear a sound of breaking glass. Whoops. That was unexpected. However, when I look at the window I've ruined, I almost sigh with relief, because it is not someone's house, just an old shack. Nobody lives there. But it still feels uncomfortable to be vandalizing someone's private property.
Suddenly I hear something that sounds like somebody has just stepped on a branch right behind my back and turn around quickly. Did someone see me do this? Damn. There is a girl standing in the middle of the road, looking at me. That is creepy. I don't like when someone walks up to me that quietly. I just hope she leaves me alone. I've got enough to worry about on my mind right now.
