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Mar 28, 2019 22:33:47 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Mar 28, 2019 22:33:47 GMT -5
She could never hold the river back.
It wasn’t like she tried, but her life never amounted to anything that she felt was worth fighting harder than the next person for.
She fought for survival, but she wasn’t unique in her cause.
She had a family to provide for, because her father had been neglectful and her mother had been reckless.
She didn’t judge them for it, but she wished that such a responsibility wasn’t thrusted upon her at such a young age.
She had her mother’s intellect and her father’s grit, something she noticed as each day ended.
The sun would come up and she would already be neck deep into a book that she had taken interest in. By late morning she was off to the market to bargaining for a couple essentials, and by lunch she was setting the table for her siblings.
An hour after noon, she would be off to the river to wash up a bit, and then by three she would be on the other side of the district, in the school offering tutoring sessions to those who needed it.
She mapped out exactly what she needed to teach on her way there, and made sure that each student who took her on as a tutor understood what she was speaking, even if she had to break it down to its most minimal core. It’s not like it mattered much, teaching old English theory that had no place in a country like Panem was only so interesting, and even Amrin knew that.
She would wrap up with a mandatory Panem catchphrase and collect her payment and go. By evening, she was back home, feeding her siblings as she listened to them tell her about their days. She would smile as her father would walk into the kitchen and thank her as he retired to his room with a small plate of food.
By late night she would light up a candle and do some late night reading in order to take her mind off the work day.
And then she would wake up in the morning and do it all over again.
It was a life that she knew she would never get used too, because she was already pushing herself past a point in order to provide for her family.
They were more important to her after all. They were the future. Amrin was nothing but the past.
She wondered what it would have been like to be born before the games ever existed, a time that would have been simple. A time that wouldn’t be faced with the death of children. This was going to be Amrin’s last year in the reaping, but that didn’t mean that she thought she was safe. In fact, she felt the pressure of being reaped every single day. But with the games in full swing, she had enough time to prepare herself for the worst.
That was until she found the letter from Malcom Nox laying on her bed spread.
She opened it rather hastily, reading it as she moved closer to the candlelight. She could feel the heat emanating from the candle, so much so she should have been burned by its blaze, but this ice queen wasn’t afraid of the fire.
She had worse things to fear after all.
She jumped on the opportunity to apprentice with Malcom Nox. She knew what it would mean for her family. She outweighed the sensibility of leaving them behind, but once her mother walked through that door, she knew she had to take this chance.
After all, the house couldn’t fit fire and ice or it would explode into useless diamonds.
She threw everything she had collected over the years into a bag that she had received as payment for one of her sessions. She usually would have rejected such a gift, because a bag couldn’t sustain her siblings, but that day she was feeling rather egregious about herself. It was the boost in confidence that she needed.
While she was packing though, she noticed a small emblem sewed into the fabric, M.N..
Amrin couldn’t help but smile, as she was not a girl who believed in fate or coincidences. She simply shook her head and zipped the bag up with everything that she needed to bring. She didn’t have time to think of such frivolous things.
She had a new task to complete.
The moment she walked through the doors, she noticed the décor on the walls were extremely out of place for five. She had heard of a museum called the Louvre, and she wondered if it was even close to being real. If it was, she had just walked into it.
She was greeted by someone that worked there, and Amrin simply nodded. She did not smile, because this was not a place for her to do so. She was here to do business, not pleasure.
However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire the walls as she walked past them.
She was put into a room at the end of a very long corridor. When she pushed open the door, she noticed another bed on the other side of the room and simply shrugged. She had no clue what to expect from that, so instead of worrying about it, she put her bag down and began to pull out a stack of books from it, towering them on the desk that sat under one of the windows in the room.
Once she had done so, she picked up one of the books and sat on the bed, which felt like a cloud compared to the rough mattress that she laid on back home. She opened to the place she had left off, placing her finger against the page reading to pass the time.
She was told that dinner would be ready in a couple hours, enough time for her to knock out another book before she had to make her presence known to the public.
That was until she heard the doorknob twist.
She looked up for a moment, daggers shooting from her eyes as she waited to see who was going to walk through.
She knew it was probably best for her to be nice, but when it came to business, there was no such thing as being nice.
It was a cutthroat world in five, and Amrin wasn’t afraid to drag her knives against the jugular.
It wasn’t like she tried, but her life never amounted to anything that she felt was worth fighting harder than the next person for.
She fought for survival, but she wasn’t unique in her cause.
She had a family to provide for, because her father had been neglectful and her mother had been reckless.
She didn’t judge them for it, but she wished that such a responsibility wasn’t thrusted upon her at such a young age.
She had her mother’s intellect and her father’s grit, something she noticed as each day ended.
The sun would come up and she would already be neck deep into a book that she had taken interest in. By late morning she was off to the market to bargaining for a couple essentials, and by lunch she was setting the table for her siblings.
An hour after noon, she would be off to the river to wash up a bit, and then by three she would be on the other side of the district, in the school offering tutoring sessions to those who needed it.
She mapped out exactly what she needed to teach on her way there, and made sure that each student who took her on as a tutor understood what she was speaking, even if she had to break it down to its most minimal core. It’s not like it mattered much, teaching old English theory that had no place in a country like Panem was only so interesting, and even Amrin knew that.
She would wrap up with a mandatory Panem catchphrase and collect her payment and go. By evening, she was back home, feeding her siblings as she listened to them tell her about their days. She would smile as her father would walk into the kitchen and thank her as he retired to his room with a small plate of food.
By late night she would light up a candle and do some late night reading in order to take her mind off the work day.
And then she would wake up in the morning and do it all over again.
It was a life that she knew she would never get used too, because she was already pushing herself past a point in order to provide for her family.
They were more important to her after all. They were the future. Amrin was nothing but the past.
She wondered what it would have been like to be born before the games ever existed, a time that would have been simple. A time that wouldn’t be faced with the death of children. This was going to be Amrin’s last year in the reaping, but that didn’t mean that she thought she was safe. In fact, she felt the pressure of being reaped every single day. But with the games in full swing, she had enough time to prepare herself for the worst.
That was until she found the letter from Malcom Nox laying on her bed spread.
She opened it rather hastily, reading it as she moved closer to the candlelight. She could feel the heat emanating from the candle, so much so she should have been burned by its blaze, but this ice queen wasn’t afraid of the fire.
She had worse things to fear after all.
She jumped on the opportunity to apprentice with Malcom Nox. She knew what it would mean for her family. She outweighed the sensibility of leaving them behind, but once her mother walked through that door, she knew she had to take this chance.
After all, the house couldn’t fit fire and ice or it would explode into useless diamonds.
She threw everything she had collected over the years into a bag that she had received as payment for one of her sessions. She usually would have rejected such a gift, because a bag couldn’t sustain her siblings, but that day she was feeling rather egregious about herself. It was the boost in confidence that she needed.
While she was packing though, she noticed a small emblem sewed into the fabric, M.N..
Amrin couldn’t help but smile, as she was not a girl who believed in fate or coincidences. She simply shook her head and zipped the bag up with everything that she needed to bring. She didn’t have time to think of such frivolous things.
She had a new task to complete.
The moment she walked through the doors, she noticed the décor on the walls were extremely out of place for five. She had heard of a museum called the Louvre, and she wondered if it was even close to being real. If it was, she had just walked into it.
She was greeted by someone that worked there, and Amrin simply nodded. She did not smile, because this was not a place for her to do so. She was here to do business, not pleasure.
However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire the walls as she walked past them.
She was put into a room at the end of a very long corridor. When she pushed open the door, she noticed another bed on the other side of the room and simply shrugged. She had no clue what to expect from that, so instead of worrying about it, she put her bag down and began to pull out a stack of books from it, towering them on the desk that sat under one of the windows in the room.
Once she had done so, she picked up one of the books and sat on the bed, which felt like a cloud compared to the rough mattress that she laid on back home. She opened to the place she had left off, placing her finger against the page reading to pass the time.
She was told that dinner would be ready in a couple hours, enough time for her to knock out another book before she had to make her presence known to the public.
That was until she heard the doorknob twist.
She looked up for a moment, daggers shooting from her eyes as she waited to see who was going to walk through.
She knew it was probably best for her to be nice, but when it came to business, there was no such thing as being nice.
It was a cutthroat world in five, and Amrin wasn’t afraid to drag her knives against the jugular.
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