upside down {kaplan}

My name is Azaria. I live in District 10. Home is...

Words dance in front of my eyes and then when I try to grab them they fly away. There's an idea here, some memory struggling to form, memorized lines that slipped away long ago. Mom taught them to me. Or at least, I think she did.

My name is Azaria. I live in District 10. Home...

I look down at my feet and frown slightly as the cobblestone street passes beneath me. One, two, three stones, a crack, four stones, two cracks, too many stones. Black shoe, grey stone, black shoe, melting snow. Click clack, click clack. I can feel my hair moving but then I realize it's only the wind.

My tiny body shivers and I wrap my arms around myself, but it doesn't do much good. Wool scratches up against my chin. It's a shawl Mom made for me ages ago. Or maybe it was yesterday? I've always had a hard time telling the difference.

My name is Azaria. District 10. Home.

Yes, District 10 is my home. I know that much. But sometimes home gets twisted around and then I start going in circles and I forget which way is up.

Wind nips at my skin. Where exactly is home? It's this way, I'm sure of it this time. Down the alley and around the corner, turn at the baker's shop. Down the alley and around the corner, turn at the baker's shop.

Yes, I must be getting there.

Down the alley and around the corner, turn at the baker's shop.

Azaria. District 10. Home.

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