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Tigerlily Lyons - D12 - FIN Nov 25, 2017 4:52:53 GMT -5

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Post by ryan on Nov 25, 2017 4:52:53 GMT -5

I never knew my parents well. It had been years since I had seen them. One day, they went to the mines and well, they never came back. It was like they just evaporated into nothing. I tried to look for them, but every time I asked someone who worked with them, they didn’t even know where they went off too. I hoped that one day they would return. This was years ago though, and while I was young, that didn’t mean that I didn’t care. I cared about them, as much as any child could. Of course, there wasn’t much that they provided, but honestly, it was enough. Enough for us to be comfortable. There were days we went hungry, and there were days where sleep was so hard because we were so hungry, but the one thing that I do miss about them was the love that they would provide.

When my parents went missing, it was just me and my brother, and while he wasn’t much, he was someone I knew that I could depend on. He was older than me by a year, but I knew I was older then him by maturity. We had to grow up quicker than we expected, trying to find anyway to take care of ourselves. We didn’t tell anyone that we were living alone, because honestly, we didn’t think it was anyone’s business. No one cared about two kids from twelve anyway. We were street rats who seemed more like a burden to anyone else, so we didn’t bother anyone. We kept to ourselves. Well, until we started getting desperate for food. Then we got resourceful.

We didn’t have a choice.

It was either find food or die.

No other way to put it.

It was oddly comforting to say the least. However, it became hard to keep up with after a while. At first, we both tried working in the mines, but I realized quick that I was not someone that was cut out for such a job. The mines were full of hard labor that my back couldn’t handle in large doses, and then the pay was so low that I could barely afford anything anyway. It wasn’t like our parents left much for me and my brother, and while there were probably a couple of items that would could part with, it wasn’t enough to make sure that we lived comfortably. After all, that was a luxury here in twelve. You weren’t allowed to indulge in luxuries unless you had money, and of course, that was the one thing that I didn’t have. But money wasn’t everything, right?

Wrong.

It was.
My brother worked in the mines for a while, seeing as he was probably a little more built for the job then I was and honestly, I was feeling lonely, so I set out to find some sort of companionship. Nothing risqué, just something to pass the time. The lush backdrop in twelve made it easy to get lost, and I think that was what I needed here. I needed to get lost. Forever. However, forever would never come so I was going to have to settle with just for a little while. I always had to settle, and I was getting sick of it. I had way more to prove then most people here, and most children here struggled, but at least they didn’t have parents that didn’t abandoned them.

As I was walking through the forest, not too far from my house, but just enough to feel lost, I stumbled on a large tree with a huge split in it. It looked like a throne, a perfect place for someone to sit and rule from. I once used to dream about being a queen, however, in twelve, that was nothing to reach for. I was the poor girl with a family that didn’t exist anymore. I had my brother, but that wasn’t enough for me anymore. I needed a new family. People that I thought could replace the people that I once used to love. My brother and I could share in that. That misery that came with losing people you loved. Maybe I could find others who felt the same way as us.

I spread the word around the district. “If your feeling lost and alone, meet in the woods at the tree that looks like a throne.” Of course, we kept it to children because obviously, adults wouldn’t understand what it was like to be lost and alone. Obviously if they had us, then they had someone. We didn’t. My brother and I waited for a couple hours, and when we were about to give up hope, we watched as a flock of children walked up to the tree where we were standing at. This was my moment to shine, and while everyone thought my brother was in charge, I looked at them and spoke. “My parents disappeared a couple months ago…” I started, trying to think of the words I was going to use next. “I wondered for days where they might have gone, but now I realize that I don’t think they are coming back.” My heart sunk into my chest, saying it out loud made it even worse. “Do you guys also not know where your parents might have gone off too?” I say to them, imploring simple tactics to earn their trust. They all look around at each other, all eight of them, and look at me with sullen looks in their faces before nodding in succession. “Then I suppose we make a new family. The Lost Boys. Of Neverland.” Neverland was my nickname for twelve sometimes. Because there would never be a time where happiness would rain. We were all stuck in the misery so we had to do something to survive.

That’s when I became their fearless leader. I was the leader of the lost boys, and while it wasn’t the most prestigious honor in the world, it was enough for me to feel like I had a family again. However, we needed to survive, and while the place we stayed at was small, it wasn’t big enough to house eight more bodies, so we found a way to build a house, or a community around the tree that we gathered at. We mostly kept to ourselves, except when we needed to go into town for random things. I told them to gather materials anyway they could. While some hunted and bartered, some stole, and while I usually wouldn’t condone such a thing, I looked the other way. Sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures, and you couldn’t get everything you wanted if you had to pay for it. The world was my oyster after all, so I was going to seize it, no matter what.

I hoped one day I could go into the games, maybe win and become richer then I could ever imagine. I knew exactly how I was going to play it in the games too. I would be weak, or at least pose as weak and useless until I was one of the last few remaining. Lately, this tactic hasn’t worked because everyone seems to be suspicious of everyone in the games, but I still watched. I knew one day I would have my name called, and I would have to be ready to face down anyone in my way. I had to prove why I was the queen of the lost boys. So one day I could escape Neverland.