Shopping Square [Kiah]
Feb 3, 2012 22:09:09 GMT -5
Post by Steffenee on Feb 3, 2012 22:09:09 GMT -5
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Bird was out walking alone, she didn’t have anything else to do, everyone else in her family was busy and she didn’t want to just sit around doing nothing. Instead she had walked to the dance studio to see if anyone was there practicing today. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to see them today though; she knew it would be closed. She sighed she wanted something to do something that would keep her entertained. She would be writing, or dancing, but there was no space by her house at the moment, or in her house either—she could sometimes dance in her room but Kit was in there doing something or another—and she didn’t have anything to write with. She sometimes wished that it wasn’t so hard to feel happy with her life. She knew she had a pretty good life, she wasn’t living on the streets—anymore—and she had enough food to keep her alive. That should make her happy right? Well she didn’t feel happy at the moment. Every day was the same thing for her and she just wished that something would happen. But you have to be careful for what you wish for. The last time she wished for something interesting to happen she was kidnapped by a man and held for two days by him. That wasn’t something that she wanted to repeat any time soon.
She started thinking about where Skid and Hornet were, they were sometimes home, but most times they were out trying to make money so that they all didn’t go hungry. She wished that they would be home more or be able to afford more, or anything. She mentally scolded herself for being so selfish. She should be grateful for what she had. That was what she was always taught as a McConnell. Be thankful for everything. She was thankful to have a house, and to have her family. She was thankful that she had food, even though sometimes it was lean times, and she was thankful that she had clothes. Patched and worn clothes were better than no clothes, and it wasn’t like she was going to school, so she didn’t have to worry about other girls her age pointing out a tear in her dress here or a rip in her dress there. It was hard for her not to go to school though, she loved to learn, her siblings knew that, but it was safer for none of them to go to school and she knew that.
She had reached the corner of the street and across it a large factory loomed above her. She turned down the street that would lead her into the slums of district eight eventually. She was still on the nicer side of town, and she might’ve been able to pass for a better off child if it wasn’t for her worn and patched dress. Sometimes she thought that the dresses looked nice, but other times it was hard for her to understand how she could look nice in a worn dress. Her hair was pulled back into two braid-pigtails and you could see her ivory skin with no dirt or grim on it yet. She liked it when she was clean, when she didn’t look like a street kid, which is what she pretty much was. She continued to walk down the street as she reached a small shopping square where people roamed around from shop to shop in the warmer weather for the time. She smiled some seeing the people, the normal people as she started to dart through the center of the square, afraid of being in a lard group of people. She didn’t like large groups as they were more people she didn’t know and that could harm her. She almost looked like a mouse skittering through the crowd looking as if she was trying to stay as small as possible and as unnoticed as possible.