veronica sage | d11 | fin | cbd1
Dec 31, 2016 22:17:37 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Dec 31, 2016 22:17:37 GMT -5
Veronica Sage
sixteen. district eleven. female.
At night, I stare out into the deep blue sky, imagining a distant land among the stars. A world with complete families and plenty of food and freedom to let one's thoughts wander without the foreman breathing down our necks or buzzing mosquitoes forcing me to pay attention to myself again. There are whole worlds I've imagined that I would much rather live in than here in District Eleven.sixteen. district eleven. female.
My sister says I practically live inside my head already anyways. I mean, not 'living in my head' would basically be like turning my head off. There really isn't much thinking involved in picking fruit all day. But when you're an adult, you're expected to let go of childish fantasies and turn boring, and anxious, and snippy, and if that's what being an adult is I don't ever want to grow up.
In the mirror, I am a mousy 16-year-old holding a bowl of rotten persimmons. In my mind, I am a queen preparing for a feast.
