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Stir Up Trouble{Open}
Jan 25, 2009 0:18:37 GMT -5
Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jan 25, 2009 0:18:37 GMT -5
Zinnia peered around the house as she tiptoed through it.She could hear no movement from her father,so she could avoid a confrontation there.He was probably still asleep,had gone to buy alcohol,or for once had actually gone to work.Somehow,that just didn't seem too likely.Her father usually spent his days drinking,or napping,or probably doing both.Zinnia sighed,in a moment of calm she sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and just breathed in and out deeply,trying to sort out her options for today.
1.Go find food in trash cans
2.Buy food with the imaginary money that she had in her jeans.
Her father had the only money in the house,and he always spent it on alcohol.At the moment,option #1 seemed the smarter of the two choices.She wandered through her small,dirty house and looked away from the mess.She would clean it,if she ever had the time.But time was something that she was limited to,and the fact that her father was usually hungry and drunk didn't help much.As she reached the door,she pulled on a pair of old tennis shoes that were becoming a little small on her large feet.She hadn't bothered to wash her jeans,because they would only get dirtier when she went out again.She wore a plain long sleeve shirt that had streaks of dirt on it,and her long golden tinted hair fell down to the small of her back.She sighed again and twisted the doorknob,stepping out into the open,with a small breeze brushing past her as she quietly shut the door.She walked down the steps and down the road,she liked this sort of transportation better then anything else, because it made her feel free,even though she knew that she was just as free as a rat in a cage.
But the motion of lifting her slender legs up and down,taking one long step at a time,was relaxing.She couldn't help it when her thoughts wandered away from her as she walked,heading towards her normal alleyways that she scavenged from every day.She thought about that day,when her father started to drink,to try and forget about Zinnia's mother.It was a horrible memory,but it was enough to motivate her to keep walking,to not run away,because she knew that things had to get better eventually.
Zinnia opened the door of the house with her normal blank expression.She searched the rooms for her father and found him in the kitchen,passed out on the floor.She gasped and hurried over to shake him away,not even noticing the bottle in his hands.He stood up,and the unmistakable noise of glass breaking filled her ears.Liquid splattered her legs,and that was when she knew what had been happening.But her father was quick too.In an angry second,he threw himself at her and smacked her hard with his right leg,kicking her to the ground.She tried to shriek,but no sound came out.
"Where is my food!?"he yelled in a slurred voice.
"I.."Zinnia began as she sat up,but another blow was aimed at her,this time with his fist.She was quick enough to dodge it,and she backed away hurriedly and bolted out of the house,slamming the door behind her.Her father didn't follow,maybe because he was too drunk to care,or because he had passed out again.Either way,she needed to get him food.Up to that point,he had supplied the food with his steady income from working,but that day he hadn't bought any,just the alcohol.
Zinnia snapped out of her memory and found herself at an alley.She stopped and kicked her feet softly against the ground before proceeding towards the trash cans.Luckily,there was food.She almost smiled,but she was unable to.Smiling was a rare thing for her,and laughing existed on another planet.Inside the trash can was some vegetables that had grown a little bad,but would still be useful to cook,if she used them tonight.And she would,because she had nothing else to feed her father.
I need to get a job,doing something.she thought.She would hide the money,no matter how small of an amount,because her father would steal it for sure.She lifted her head up to the sky and the sunlight shined in her soft green eyes.If she had money,she could actually have more of a purpose in life then finding food.She shook her head and her brunette hair tossed to the side.It needed a good washing,but that was just another thing that she didn't have time for.She wanted some excitement,because she was bored to tears,having to feed her abusive father.Not to mention she was becoming more depressed every day.But she had one thing to be thankful for,and that was the fact that she wasn't a tribute.Or was that a bad thing?Don't think like that Zinnia,suicide isn't for you.
Looking to the ground,she suddenly wished her mother was there.She desperately needed someone to talk to,and her mother would have been the first person she would have gone to.But she kept walking.Hate it or love it,this was her life.Maybe she did need to stir up some trouble,but how to do it?That was a question that remained unanswered.
[/size][/center]1.Go find food in trash cans
2.Buy food with the imaginary money that she had in her jeans.
Her father had the only money in the house,and he always spent it on alcohol.At the moment,option #1 seemed the smarter of the two choices.She wandered through her small,dirty house and looked away from the mess.She would clean it,if she ever had the time.But time was something that she was limited to,and the fact that her father was usually hungry and drunk didn't help much.As she reached the door,she pulled on a pair of old tennis shoes that were becoming a little small on her large feet.She hadn't bothered to wash her jeans,because they would only get dirtier when she went out again.She wore a plain long sleeve shirt that had streaks of dirt on it,and her long golden tinted hair fell down to the small of her back.She sighed again and twisted the doorknob,stepping out into the open,with a small breeze brushing past her as she quietly shut the door.She walked down the steps and down the road,she liked this sort of transportation better then anything else, because it made her feel free,even though she knew that she was just as free as a rat in a cage.
But the motion of lifting her slender legs up and down,taking one long step at a time,was relaxing.She couldn't help it when her thoughts wandered away from her as she walked,heading towards her normal alleyways that she scavenged from every day.She thought about that day,when her father started to drink,to try and forget about Zinnia's mother.It was a horrible memory,but it was enough to motivate her to keep walking,to not run away,because she knew that things had to get better eventually.
Zinnia opened the door of the house with her normal blank expression.She searched the rooms for her father and found him in the kitchen,passed out on the floor.She gasped and hurried over to shake him away,not even noticing the bottle in his hands.He stood up,and the unmistakable noise of glass breaking filled her ears.Liquid splattered her legs,and that was when she knew what had been happening.But her father was quick too.In an angry second,he threw himself at her and smacked her hard with his right leg,kicking her to the ground.She tried to shriek,but no sound came out.
"Where is my food!?"he yelled in a slurred voice.
"I.."Zinnia began as she sat up,but another blow was aimed at her,this time with his fist.She was quick enough to dodge it,and she backed away hurriedly and bolted out of the house,slamming the door behind her.Her father didn't follow,maybe because he was too drunk to care,or because he had passed out again.Either way,she needed to get him food.Up to that point,he had supplied the food with his steady income from working,but that day he hadn't bought any,just the alcohol.
Zinnia snapped out of her memory and found herself at an alley.She stopped and kicked her feet softly against the ground before proceeding towards the trash cans.Luckily,there was food.She almost smiled,but she was unable to.Smiling was a rare thing for her,and laughing existed on another planet.Inside the trash can was some vegetables that had grown a little bad,but would still be useful to cook,if she used them tonight.And she would,because she had nothing else to feed her father.
I need to get a job,doing something.she thought.She would hide the money,no matter how small of an amount,because her father would steal it for sure.She lifted her head up to the sky and the sunlight shined in her soft green eyes.If she had money,she could actually have more of a purpose in life then finding food.She shook her head and her brunette hair tossed to the side.It needed a good washing,but that was just another thing that she didn't have time for.She wanted some excitement,because she was bored to tears,having to feed her abusive father.Not to mention she was becoming more depressed every day.But she had one thing to be thankful for,and that was the fact that she wasn't a tribute.Or was that a bad thing?Don't think like that Zinnia,suicide isn't for you.
Looking to the ground,she suddenly wished her mother was there.She desperately needed someone to talk to,and her mother would have been the first person she would have gone to.But she kept walking.Hate it or love it,this was her life.Maybe she did need to stir up some trouble,but how to do it?That was a question that remained unanswered.
