A Day At Work [Open]
Sept 12, 2011 16:49:19 GMT -5
Post by district12karebear on Sept 12, 2011 16:49:19 GMT -5
"Sal! Come on!" Eveline, a little girl from the community house called for her. The two, along with many other children were on their way to work. Sal pumped her thin legs as fast as they'd go, a runner she was not. A tree climber, maybe, but definitely not a runner. Though the cracked road pounded her bare feet, she was so used to it that she didn't notice.
They reached the field check-in gate. The line was long and full of kids from seven years old up to eighteen years old. This was the kid's shift. From 3 o'clock until 9 o'clock. At least it wasn't as hot as the other shifts she'd worked.
"Information?" The Peacekeeper, a gruff, balding man, asked when her and Eveline reached the front of the line.
"Saelone Tavier, age 15." Sal whispered, barely loud enough for the guy to hear, just like she had so many other days.
"Eveline Tailor, age 9." Little Eve answered with much more boldness.
"You," The Peacekeeper pointed to Sal, "work in Wheat Field 3. The little one's going to the orchards."
Sal hated having to leave the child alone, but work was work.
She walked down the rocky path to the fields, wondering who would be working with her today. And maybe, maybe today was the day she'd actually find the courage to talk to them.
They reached the field check-in gate. The line was long and full of kids from seven years old up to eighteen years old. This was the kid's shift. From 3 o'clock until 9 o'clock. At least it wasn't as hot as the other shifts she'd worked.
"Information?" The Peacekeeper, a gruff, balding man, asked when her and Eveline reached the front of the line.
"Saelone Tavier, age 15." Sal whispered, barely loud enough for the guy to hear, just like she had so many other days.
"Eveline Tailor, age 9." Little Eve answered with much more boldness.
"You," The Peacekeeper pointed to Sal, "work in Wheat Field 3. The little one's going to the orchards."
Sal hated having to leave the child alone, but work was work.
She walked down the rocky path to the fields, wondering who would be working with her today. And maybe, maybe today was the day she'd actually find the courage to talk to them.
