FIVE isn't a lucky //number [Alex]
Aug 2, 2011 15:30:03 GMT -5
Post by Arrow on Aug 2, 2011 15:30:03 GMT -5
Luna Skybird
This isn't what I asked for
That old phrase of two's a crowd I usually held faith in, as that anti-social beach blonde lurking in the corner. Or that was how people sketched that discriminating image of me. I, running some crazy game on the shores of the most beautiful district in Panem, never had time to take into consideration the aspects of life I was casting into a shadowy, cobweb filled closet of things I would never taste. A rebellious youth was one. Then, the vibrant hair streaked, heavy makeup wearing, sharp tounged Li-Li O'brien entered my life. She had stumbled across that old treehouse that was considered the base for the Game. I hadn't been back there since the incident in which I saved Li-Li from stumbling over the edge to a bone crushing impact on the ground beneath the towering oak. It had been dark, and when the picture fluttered like an innocent leaf out of her pocket, she cried so hard I thought she would crawl into a freshly dug grave and die, just like that. But she held her pride, sucked up the wave of salty transparent tears, and went back to being the girl I had met just moments before. Wise ass. Rebel. punk. The way I liked her. After that night, we didn't speak much. That was the last time I had bothered with the Game recently. The speed demon of life had finally shot the bullet into my thick skull- I needed to forget the Game. I didn't want to. Cutting the chain that was linked to my leg would be near impossible. But Ray, my faithful vice president, said it was getting old do. It was time to move on.So, I spent my time trying to socialize, get around, try to change that horrible image people had made of me. And, it worked. Becca, my younger sister, hung out with the people my age, which she was convinced would send her face rank to a whole new debut. Becca was the miss perfect of my family, and I envied her. She didn't envy me. She thought I was a freak, weird. Now, she can't spit out her little belittling hisses anymore- her older friends are my friends now. But, lightning never strikes the same place twice, they speak with self confidence. But it did. And that lightning bolt had many different colors all mixed in. And it was called Li-Li O'brien.
I stumbled across her in the streets one day. I was with my new friends- I didn't bother to do a u-turn and discuss anything with her. She hadn't talked to me recently, nor had I. My new friends were beginning to rub me the wrong way. They still hadn't gotten over how I used to be a looser. The Game had really died down anyways. That spunky spark that used to keep everyone going had flickered out. There was no new spice to bring it back. I had thought about asking Li-Li to take my place the same night I met her, but we never crossed twisted rocky roads again. Maybe it was for the better I had only ever met her that one, humid dusky night. She was walking by herself. I was stunned at how she had changed- her hair didn't have as many freaky color streaks as it had used to. I didn't see hardly any makeup on her face anymore. She was walking funny. Then, something sudden slapped me on the back of the head and stunned me. She was pregnant.
It had been a long, long time since I had seen her. Maybe it was nearing two months. My hair was longer, it shone, it was brushed. I was wearing makeup now. I stole it from Becca, who, in return, was becoming a tomboy. It was strange to see the tables turn on me and my sister again- I was no longer the tomboy, but she was. I missed my old friends. I missed the way life used to be, minus that oppressive thing called the Game. Li-Li was the one person I missed the most. I had Ray, still, and a few other people I hadn't been an iron hawk to in the Game. But that was all that remained from my old life. I froze in my place. The other girls kept on strutting their skinny, long legs. They didn't seem to notice I had left them to keep their heads in the clouds, for i had fallen back to earth at the sight of Li-Li.
Now, time has flown by, and Li-Li had triplets. Three three month old little girls. I never would have expected I would have been over my head like this. My new friends i had to leave. I was appointed the godmother of these triplets. Li-Li said the father hadn't spoken to her since... these triplets were first, erm, thought of. The little girls all remind me of Li-Li. They have her face. They all have beautiful names, as well. Daisy, Violet, and Wisteria O'brien. All named by Li-Li. As I mentioned before, the father has vanished into the mist of the douches.
Out of all of the litter girls, who all had flower themed names, Violet looked the most like Li-Li. Possibly even a spitting image, but just in the shape of a three month old. But thank god for the lack of vibrant hair streaks. They had all died down on Li-Li, as well. I hardly even saw makeup splashed on her face anymore. These children had drowned her in herself and forced her to reemerge in a new life. Or stay buried in the watery abyss forever. I didn't understand why Li-Li had gone and had sex, though. Her age had faded from my memory, but she was around my age. I hardly even though about boys, until I started hanging out with Becca's old friends. Then, I had to leave them to assist Li-Li. Men aren't the leading point of my train thought. The triplets aren't ether, but I have no choice but to care for them. Li-Li's still going under, and for some crazy reason, I agreed to be godmother.
The itchy threads of the couch woke me up. The soft golden sunlight kissed my face as I fluttered open my eyelids, revealing pale blue irises beneath. At first, my memory couldn't seem to grasp the tendrils of knowledge to tell me where the hell I was- and who the hell this ugly vomit green couch belonged to. The wood floors were covered in sand. The peeling, faded floral print wallpaper was peeling off the walls. A dining table for six was tucked away in the corner, by a glass door with a view of the ocean. The wood was scratched and a sore to the eyes. The kitchen looked tiny and not willing to work well. Then, I heard the distant, muffled wail of a child. This was Li-Li's place. I must have hung around too late and passed out on the couch. Her triplets were a handful. Why couldn't she have just had one kid, so I wouldn't have to be around all the time?
I let a low groan of displeasure escape my lips. I didn't really want to be here this early. This was like my new reality now, and i wasn't taking fondly to it. But, I wasn't going to let Li-Li down. These kids would end up growing up messed up, and there was already too much of that fogging out the true people in my District. I swung my long, lanky legs over the material of the couch and felt my bare feet make contact with the sand covered wooden floor. I could hear the waves crash through the open window. Li-Li lived somewhat near the ocean. Her tiny house was fairly isolated, which made it easier to hear the ocean from the stellar distance that her tiny little place actually was from it.
I sat on the couch, just staring at the wall opposite me. The child had stopped crying, and I yearned to go home. Maybe i could slip out. It was a fair walk home, but I could do it. Go home, get a break from this hell called triplets. All the energy had since trickled out of my veins. I would probably collapse before I even got halfway back to my house. I rested my head on the scratchy arm of the couch again and let out a long sigh. I prayed that these kids grew up fast.
