Slowly Dying {OPEN}
Jan 26, 2012 19:11:16 GMT -5
Post by Gavin on Jan 26, 2012 19:11:16 GMT -5
Ginny Halofax
Talking
Thinking
Narrating
"I am so, so sorry!"
I bend down quickly to help the man with his packages, backing off when he gives me a dirty look. I bite my lip. Jeez, cut a girl some slack, would you? As he walks away I glare after him, knowing that yes, it was my fault, but still, he could've been politer about it. I notice some girls I recognize from my class at school and training sitting on some crates. They're whispering and laughing to eachother, glancing at me every so often. I'm about to say some cutting comment when I stop myself. Save it, Ginny, they're not worth it.[/color]
Just for a moment I let myself think of how things would be different if Kalyca was here. Would these girls be my friends? Would they be her friends? No way for me to ever know anyway. I keep walking, breath coming out in frosty puffs in the cold winter air. I direct my thoughts to something else- this year's Hunger Games. I feel bad for the tributes, but there's nothing anyone can do about it, so why bother to feel pity? Maybe Two will finally have a victor this year. It's been long enough. That would be nice, if only for the parcel days. Not for me, we have enough to be comfortable and healthy, but for the children. I've seen starving four-year-olds in the streets who knows how many times. The thought of them eating well for the first time in maybe ever brings a smile to my face.
But then again that's unlikely. No point in getting anyone's hopes up.
[OOC: I know, I know, awful.][/size]
