The Wishing Well (Open)

The Wishing Well (Open) Oct 8, 2011 13:18:39 GMT -5

Post by Reid on Oct 8, 2011 13:18:39 GMT -5

Sometimes I fear that I might disappear
In the blur of fast forward I faulter again
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Sonya Rae sat against a tree staring at nothing. This was a perch she regularly visited after school before heading off to work. It was quick here. Peaceful. She felt as if she was completely alone even if only a few meters away were a well travelled path into the apple orchards. But for the few moments she was able to sneak here she felt completely free. The air was getting colder and Sonya was dressed in her warmest coat with his retrospect wasn?t all that warm but it was enough to keep her from freezing. The sky threatened to let out rain again at any moment. Soni really hated rain it made everything muddy and wet and harder for her to make her way around. Not to mention the cold wet feeling she could never seem to shake. She didn?t care about that now she knew she had a good hour before having to do anything. Technically she didn?t have to work today but she knew she had to. Had to support her family. Yes she was a youngest of the Rae children but she wasn?t going to act like it. She was still fifteen years old that was old enough to support them. Even if her two older sisters were in a much better position to do so. After all it was no secret that Sonya was blind. Had been from the moment she was born. Yet it was all the more reason in her eyes to do what she could. She lived her life independently after all. Proving to everyone that basically she could. She could live. Beat the odds. And be her own person living her own life. Which she had been fairly successful in doing.

Sonya sat listening to the sounds around her. Mockingjays sang a soft song somewhere in the distance. A few bugs scurried across the ground. The soft buzz of the electric fence hummed in her ears. This was as close as she ever got to the edge of district 11. She never crossed the fence into the surrounding area. Never exited the district though she seemed so do everything else. Of course the difference was she never out right disobeyed the laws she only did what she had to survive. ?Click. Click? The nosy escaped her lips without a second thought. It was a technique she had been taught when she was eight years old. It used the high pitched clicking sound like a sonar pouncing off the objects around her and giving her an idea of what was out there. It only provided a blurry image of what was out there looking a lot to Sonya like a white and black sonar picture. The picture that came back to her was of a three trees about a meter and a half in front of her. The fence two feet to her left and a fallen log to her right about ten feet. She had of course memorized the area years ago when she first started coming here. She knew ever stick that covered the ground even to the over grown root that stuck out of the ground just low enough that it could easily be missed by Sonya even with her ?walking stick? but high enough that it could result in disaster for the blind teenager. She let out a sign sinking into the ground farther. She wished she could just stay here the rest of her life. Maybe even just die right here and now while she was at peace. She had no wish to die of course life was bad but not that bad. Yet things just seemed so much easier in her hide out. If only it could last.

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Forgetting to breathe, I need to sleep
I'm getting nowhere

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The Wishing Well (Open) Oct 16, 2011 11:36:39 GMT -5

Post by numberfive on Oct 16, 2011 11:36:39 GMT -5

Liebe Chanson sprinted down the dirt path to the apple orchards, her mother's old coat unbuttoned and catching the wind behind her. The air had begun to get chilly, and each sharp intake of breath filled her lungs with the icy air. Her nose tingled with the scent of ripened apples, and she nibbled on her lower lip as she paused to take it in. She had been working in the fields on a daily basis for years. Each morning, her mother bustled her and her younger brother off to school, and afterward Lie would make her way to the fields while Caelum took a separate path back to their home. The day's lessons were still bouncing around in Lie's brain when she had exited the school with the orchards in mind.

It was autumn now, and the rows of apple trees were always full of young children scrambling up into the higher areas of the trees that the adults weren't nimble enough to reach. Her fingers were numb, and she flexed them as she stood still, listening to a few mockingjays singing in the distance, letting the crisp air nip at her nose. Suddenly, and unfamiliar noise entered Lie's airs, and hear head whipped around warily. Click. Click-Click. Click. Her eyebrows knit together as she tried to identify the noise, but to no avail. It was brief, and soon subsided so only the quiet hum of the electric fence filled Lie's ears, yet her curiosity took over. Thankful that no one had come across her stopped awkwardly on the path, Lie strained her ears in case the noise sounded again.

Click. There it was again, coming from somewhere to her left. She peered into the trees, bright and colorful whilst shedding their leaves. She stepped off the path, feeling the crunch of autumn leaves beneath her feet as she pushed her way through the bushes and low branches in search of the noise. She could see the electric fence that marked District 11's boundary and knew this was an area she was not meant to be, but couldn't help feeling a small thrill of excitement. Peeking her head out, Lie noticed a brunette girl seated beneath a rather large tree, emitting the strange noise. Click-click, click. The girl looked familiar, but Lie couldn't place a finger on where she'd seen her before. Then again, most members of District 11 were familiar to her, as the area was rather small and contained. She felt rather odd just staring at this girl, but lacked the ability and desire to approach her. She moved forwards and felt her foot catch on something, and a sinking feeling in her stomach as she began to fall forward. Unable to stop herself, Lie let out a sudden cry as she thudded forward onto the soft and muddy ground.

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