- *SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY [wingsonmyheels]
Feb 6, 2011 20:33:15 GMT -5
Post by HEY, ALEX! on Feb 6, 2011 20:33:15 GMT -5
There was something great about District 10 regardless of the poverty or the gang of Peacekeepers. The lovely characteristic of her district would be the thick smell of flowers and fruits that appear in the spring and the summer. Well, it was winter and the pleasant aroma was inexistent. In its place was the disgusting scent of manure and fertilizer. Nevertheless, the “fresh” air of her district was a hell of a lot better than the noisy environment known as Olivia’s home. Her siblings managed to piss off her parents and the oldest of the Bell siblings wished not to observe the others’ punishment.
With a little change in her pockets, the young girl made her way to the market to purchase an apple. The hunger in her stomach was becoming too unbearable. All she had in her belly was about two crackers from yesterday morning. Because of the lack of crops produced in the winter, the family was getting less money to fed the hungry children of the Bell family. So, without even mentioning to her parents, Olivia had decided it was best for her to go without a few meals. This way, her younger and more needy siblings could have something to gorge into. But she was now regretting her decision.
Once she approached the stand, the young girl grabbed one of the delightful spheres of sugar and water. There was no good choice in the bunch. Most of the fruit displayed were bruised and becoming discolored so it really did not matter which apple she choice. Olivia hadn’t cared much. When it came to her family and herself, there was no need to be picky. She reached out to the clerk with her change and walked away. The apple she had chose randomly had a few bruises but no discoloration. Perhaps the best in the bundle.
Her teeth bit into the apple and her mouth was filled with the delicious juices. She chewed her nibble slowly so she could break the bonds in the apple. With the breaking of the bonds, the more favor there was. Also, the more slowly she ate, the fuller she will get. She knew how to eat her food properly. Her eyes searched for a bench in which she could sit upon and enjoy her little treat. Once her pupils spotted such an object, she quickly marched toward it. Would it not be disastrous if a group of people beat her to the spotted bench? It was such an odd thought of a group of people fighting for a seat she desire and she figured the likeliness of this happening were slim. The crowd never showed and the bench was all hers. Proud she was.