A Walk Home (Open)
Dec 27, 2011 20:04:59 GMT -5
Post by Eponine on Dec 27, 2011 20:04:59 GMT -5
Spirea wearily walked down the streets of District Eleven, a long day at the fields had tired her. Is Mother alright? she wondered. She always worried about her mother the most, always afraid that her mother would be taken away or killed by the Peacekeepers who finally decided that she was no use to the population anymore.
"Spirea!" someone called. Spirea looked in that direction to see her friend, Will, was the one who had called her named. She smiled weakly as she ran toward him.
"Hey!" she smiled, wrapping her arms around him.
Will was only four months older than her, and they were practically kin. They spent every waking hour, when not in the fields, with each other.
"Spirea, I got you some grain for your family," he said, holding up a small bag.
Spirea let go of him and took the bag in awe. "But how?" she asked him. "A bag this size would cost quite a deal of-" She was cut off by Will.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you'll now have dinner tonight," he explained.
Spirea couldn't help but be in shock. How could Will, who didn't have any more wealth than her, afford this and not use it for himself?
"You didn't have to do that. I was going to go gathering, anyways tonight," Spirea lied, trying to give back the grain. "You keep it. You probably need it more than I do, with your mother ill and all."
Will shook his head. "Spirea, I know when you are lying. You're pretty bad at it. I saw how weak and weary you were in the fields. You are in no shape to be gathering, especially when it's dark. What if you got hurt? Then what? You couldn't take care of yourself or family." He looked into her tired green eyes, pleadingly. "Please, take it."
Spirea looked at the grain, then back at Will. "Oh, all right, but you're going to eat it with us," she said, grabbing his hand.
She started off towards her home, pulling Will behind her.
"Spirea!" someone called. Spirea looked in that direction to see her friend, Will, was the one who had called her named. She smiled weakly as she ran toward him.
"Hey!" she smiled, wrapping her arms around him.
Will was only four months older than her, and they were practically kin. They spent every waking hour, when not in the fields, with each other.
"Spirea, I got you some grain for your family," he said, holding up a small bag.
Spirea let go of him and took the bag in awe. "But how?" she asked him. "A bag this size would cost quite a deal of-" She was cut off by Will.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you'll now have dinner tonight," he explained.
Spirea couldn't help but be in shock. How could Will, who didn't have any more wealth than her, afford this and not use it for himself?
"You didn't have to do that. I was going to go gathering, anyways tonight," Spirea lied, trying to give back the grain. "You keep it. You probably need it more than I do, with your mother ill and all."
Will shook his head. "Spirea, I know when you are lying. You're pretty bad at it. I saw how weak and weary you were in the fields. You are in no shape to be gathering, especially when it's dark. What if you got hurt? Then what? You couldn't take care of yourself or family." He looked into her tired green eyes, pleadingly. "Please, take it."
Spirea looked at the grain, then back at Will. "Oh, all right, but you're going to eat it with us," she said, grabbing his hand.
She started off towards her home, pulling Will behind her.
