pumped up kicks-- [sponge]
Aug 27, 2011 12:17:11 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2011 12:17:11 GMT -5
hidden in a box of fun things
Little arguments are like mosquito bites; they mean nothing but at some point afterward, it will annoy the hell out of you. Also, arguments and mosquito bites itched afterward, you regret not stopping them. So then why does nobody stop them? Why does nobody stand up against it, be the bigger man, be smarter? Because... because... well, no one has a good reason, but there shouldn't have to be one. Essence sure wished she knew the reason.
All she thought was to run, runaway. They weren't even her real parents, they couldn't tell Essence what to do. She knew that in the morning when the sun comes up and pushes away the summer fireflies for a time, that she'll return home like an owl - they hunt at night, but during the day, the stay concealed. So, Essence was now nocturnal.
Essence decided being nocturnal would be tons better than being adopted.
She can't describe what's the worse about being adopted. Is it the fact that she'll never see her parents again? Or is it that the parents she has just don't understand her? Is it because she doesn't know where her parents went after they died? That put a single tear in her eye. Her right eye because if the first tear came out of her left eye that would mean she was crying for joy.
Faster, run faster, leave this district, hide in the trees until morning comes. Essence's plan was simple. She followed it, and after twenty minutes of dashing, she reached crunchy leaves, and eventually, a fence. She didn't want to touch it, not knowing if it was electrical, so she listened for a buzz, it was there. For ten more minutes, she walked next to the fence waiting for a hole in it, she found one and slid in.
Essence had to clear her mind, let her thinking and tears flow. "They can't... can't tell me what to do." The snap of a twig made Essence think she wasn't alone. Essence kept crying though.
Wow. I'm really sorry, Semper, this took so long!