Troubles
Nov 26, 2011 15:02:52 GMT -5
Post by kait on Nov 26, 2011 15:02:52 GMT -5
Zoey didn't know how many times she could learn about the history of Panem. The teachers voice droned on in a monotone pitched that had her eye lids drooping closed. Stifling a yawn, she tried to pay attention to the lesson, only to find herself pulling her hood back over her head. She cranked up the volume on her black stereo headphones. Her head fell onto the desk with a soft thud, and before she realized what was happening, she drifted off...
***
Fire, the only thing Zoey could see. Orange, yellow, and blue tendrils licked the air, heating it to unbearable temperatures. Smoke engulfed her tired lungs, making it next to impossible for them to function properly. The acrid atmosphere flooded her eyes, causing tears to leave white streaks down her soot covered cheeks.
Zoey stumbled through a house, searching for a way out. The building began to creak and moan as if it were about to collapse. Fear coursed its way through her veins, and she found her feet moving faster along what once must have been plush carpeting. Soon her feet were flying across the floor. A dark wooden door wandered into her view as she ran.
Her feet skidded to a stop. Zoey stared at the door for a moment, wondering if it were real or not. Suddenly a peace of roofing dropped down the wall to her right, knocking into a tall wrought iron lamp. The lamp teetered on its base for a moment or two. Zoey helplessly watched, frozen in terror, as it slowly began to tilt. Before she could move, she found herself pinned under a hot piece of iron. The metal seared her skin. Tears continually flooded down toward her hairline, as a high pitched shrieking filled her ears.
***
Zoey's arms flailed uselessly in the air. She couldn't open her eyes, no matter how hard she tried. A high screaming projected itself from deep within her chest, as her fist connected with someones cheek. “Hey Zoey! Calm dow- OW!” A strong hand wrapped around both her wrists, pinning them to the desk top.
Her eyelids shot open, her voice died down to a stop. Zoey found herself leaning back in her chair. Her hood had fallen from the top of her head, and a pair of stereo headphones lie on the speckled tile behind her, spewing out screaming lyrics and a killer guitar solo.
The teacher had shock and worry written all over his face, while the students showed mock surprise and reigned in laughter. Zoey's eyes flitted across the classroom, trying to avoid everyones speculating gaze. She looked back up at the person holding her wrists down. It was a guy. She tried to think of his nae but came up short. “Whats going on?” Her voice painstakingly cracked as she spoke.
***
Fire, the only thing Zoey could see. Orange, yellow, and blue tendrils licked the air, heating it to unbearable temperatures. Smoke engulfed her tired lungs, making it next to impossible for them to function properly. The acrid atmosphere flooded her eyes, causing tears to leave white streaks down her soot covered cheeks.
Zoey stumbled through a house, searching for a way out. The building began to creak and moan as if it were about to collapse. Fear coursed its way through her veins, and she found her feet moving faster along what once must have been plush carpeting. Soon her feet were flying across the floor. A dark wooden door wandered into her view as she ran.
Her feet skidded to a stop. Zoey stared at the door for a moment, wondering if it were real or not. Suddenly a peace of roofing dropped down the wall to her right, knocking into a tall wrought iron lamp. The lamp teetered on its base for a moment or two. Zoey helplessly watched, frozen in terror, as it slowly began to tilt. Before she could move, she found herself pinned under a hot piece of iron. The metal seared her skin. Tears continually flooded down toward her hairline, as a high pitched shrieking filled her ears.
***
Zoey's arms flailed uselessly in the air. She couldn't open her eyes, no matter how hard she tried. A high screaming projected itself from deep within her chest, as her fist connected with someones cheek. “Hey Zoey! Calm dow- OW!” A strong hand wrapped around both her wrists, pinning them to the desk top.
Her eyelids shot open, her voice died down to a stop. Zoey found herself leaning back in her chair. Her hood had fallen from the top of her head, and a pair of stereo headphones lie on the speckled tile behind her, spewing out screaming lyrics and a killer guitar solo.
The teacher had shock and worry written all over his face, while the students showed mock surprise and reigned in laughter. Zoey's eyes flitted across the classroom, trying to avoid everyones speculating gaze. She looked back up at the person holding her wrists down. It was a guy. She tried to think of his nae but came up short. “Whats going on?” Her voice painstakingly cracked as she spoke.
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