Noah's Ark (OPEN)
Jul 4, 2012 16:57:29 GMT -5
Post by Sheep on Jul 4, 2012 16:57:29 GMT -5
I had heard of it many times before. Whispered among people. Mentioned in fairy tales. Even the bible. All of them danced around the words; Noah's Ark. It seemed odd. Only once had I even glanced it the book. A boy was holding it when I was seven. I remember reaching out for it, wanting to run my hands on its smooth spine. For you see, I hadn't even touched a book back then. They were really not that much needed here. He followed my eyes to his book and slapped my hand away. Then continued to trot on. I never undertand why he wouldn't let me touch it. I longed for the feel.
That night I begged my mom for a book. Claiming any one would do. She scolded reminding me we neither had the money or time to go and get one. And so I wanted to steal it. I told Chris day and day about the marvelous book. Then he asked what was inside. I couldn't think of anything else to speak of. He simply ruffled my red hair and told me to save up. If he only he could still be here with me.
My hands ran over the cover of my book. The memories of my family still burned in my mind. I wanted them back badly. Chris the most. I couldn't weep. Or cry. Or complain. I had to look over Angel. She was my new family. I shook my head clearing my thoughts. Though it felt I could never clear my lungs. I wish Noah's Ark was real. All of the good people from the districts would go aboard. The bad things then would be washed away. And maybe no more factories. No more working right after school. No more smoke. Or peacekeepers for that reason. And the greatest thing being no more hunger games. The thought of that sounded even better. Less chance of me ever getting in.
"But would I go on the ark?" I whispered softly pulling my knees tighter to my chest. Looking over the other factories made me wonder when district 8 would be gone forever. Inhabitable from all the smoke poisoning our lungs. Almost everyone here head a high tolerance anyway. Thats why we never really got vistors. Then those who couldn't withstand it. Died or left. Which is another reason why I was likely to get picked in. The thought of that made me shutter. I still didn't let Angel see what happened yet. Outside of our house. She was still young. Thats why I made a garden for her. One room in the house that used to be my parent's room. Paint with grass on the floor and the sky and clouds on the ceiling and walls. It was the brightest blue ever possible. Mainly since I've never seen it. How I long to see the stars that I've seen in picture books. But it wouldn't come true.
Now that I thought about, I wouldn't get on the arch. Angel probably would. A loving family could find the poor girl. Her golden locks and crystal blue eyes making her doll like appearance shine even more. They could even give her a new name. She would hate that. I made a quick mental note to sew her name into her clothes. Then people would know who she was. Know she was a daughter of Chris. Raised by his sister. For no one knew us at all. We were just dirty children. It was hard to afford water especially with me paying for the house and her. My breaks were smaller each day. But I kept fighting. And I taught Angel every day, incase one day I never came home. So she could be prepared.
I opened the door only to a crack and already I could here small foot-steps coming towards me. I welcomed her in my arms. My darling Angel. My life. My promise. Already she looked so grown up. Her cute dimples. Her rosy cheeks. Her blue dress-overalls. Everything about her made her my Angel. "Did you miss me?" I asked as a grin spread on my face. Everyone time I asked her the same thing. But she never noticed. She acted like each time it was a new question. But she always had the same answer. "Why wouldn't I?" Angel quipped as her small fingers reached out for my bag. "In bag?" I turned towards it hearing her voice. Remembering the gift.
She noticed it was lumpier than usual. I guess Angel really is a little genius, I smiled reaching my hand in. Pulling out a small teddybear.
"I snuck some fabric and made this, since a little girl I know is turning five!" Her face brightened. God. That definitely made my day. She erupted in a bunch of what I've learned to be 'happy' squeals to show her excitement. She grabbed it quickly and hugged it tight against her chest. "I'll name him Noah!" She exclaims. Making that memory flood back into my brain. Noah. Noah's Ark. Then it came to me. Remembering her favorite book was Noah's Ark since that was all I read to her before I made my own books. I was slightly jealous she learned to read much earlier than me. But at the same time happy for her. My little Angel. My darling little Angel. Was going to grow up right before my eyes. "Aerial! Lets do hide and go seek. You go count outside and I'll hide." Before I could utter a word she had already bolted off somewhere in the house. I got up to my legs and glanced up at the ceiling. I hated thinking one day I might bump my head on it. My growing never seemed to stop and I always got joint pains. The only thing I knew that wouldn't grow was my left leg mainly since it was fake.
I headed outside and then burst out into a coughing fit. Remembering this was around the hour when a bunch of the smoke was plowed out. My lungs started to burn. I realized I might have that lung disease every now and then. But the other workers said everyone gets a burning in their lungs. And it wasn't uncommon at all. After a few seconds it faded away leaving me with staring eyes from the people walking around hurriedly to get into their homes. But I knew first Angel needed a fair chance. Otherwise she'd pitch a fit. And today wasn't my best day. "One... Two... Three.." I stopped again remembering to cover my eyes. Then I decided I'd look stupid standing in front of my house counting. The next best thing to me was sitting on my porch. Hoping I was not as stupid. Though as a I counted the whole Noah's Ark thing kept pounding on my head. Though I tried to clear my thoughts I kept thinking about it.
A fear popped up that what if he built it in a different district? Would that mean Angel would have no chance? But that would be unfair. Did he ever mention it in the books or was it something to figure out. I decided on finally trying to stop myself from making silly thoughts about things that never happened or will. "Ready or not.. Here I come!" I called out removing my hands from my face slowly to bring more suspension for Angel. She loved the drama I made up. And hopefully her laugh would never go away or flicker out. She was of course my darling Angel. And no matter what. She was getting on the arch. Whether Noah liked it or not.
That night I begged my mom for a book. Claiming any one would do. She scolded reminding me we neither had the money or time to go and get one. And so I wanted to steal it. I told Chris day and day about the marvelous book. Then he asked what was inside. I couldn't think of anything else to speak of. He simply ruffled my red hair and told me to save up. If he only he could still be here with me.
My hands ran over the cover of my book. The memories of my family still burned in my mind. I wanted them back badly. Chris the most. I couldn't weep. Or cry. Or complain. I had to look over Angel. She was my new family. I shook my head clearing my thoughts. Though it felt I could never clear my lungs. I wish Noah's Ark was real. All of the good people from the districts would go aboard. The bad things then would be washed away. And maybe no more factories. No more working right after school. No more smoke. Or peacekeepers for that reason. And the greatest thing being no more hunger games. The thought of that sounded even better. Less chance of me ever getting in.
"But would I go on the ark?" I whispered softly pulling my knees tighter to my chest. Looking over the other factories made me wonder when district 8 would be gone forever. Inhabitable from all the smoke poisoning our lungs. Almost everyone here head a high tolerance anyway. Thats why we never really got vistors. Then those who couldn't withstand it. Died or left. Which is another reason why I was likely to get picked in. The thought of that made me shutter. I still didn't let Angel see what happened yet. Outside of our house. She was still young. Thats why I made a garden for her. One room in the house that used to be my parent's room. Paint with grass on the floor and the sky and clouds on the ceiling and walls. It was the brightest blue ever possible. Mainly since I've never seen it. How I long to see the stars that I've seen in picture books. But it wouldn't come true.
Now that I thought about, I wouldn't get on the arch. Angel probably would. A loving family could find the poor girl. Her golden locks and crystal blue eyes making her doll like appearance shine even more. They could even give her a new name. She would hate that. I made a quick mental note to sew her name into her clothes. Then people would know who she was. Know she was a daughter of Chris. Raised by his sister. For no one knew us at all. We were just dirty children. It was hard to afford water especially with me paying for the house and her. My breaks were smaller each day. But I kept fighting. And I taught Angel every day, incase one day I never came home. So she could be prepared.
I opened the door only to a crack and already I could here small foot-steps coming towards me. I welcomed her in my arms. My darling Angel. My life. My promise. Already she looked so grown up. Her cute dimples. Her rosy cheeks. Her blue dress-overalls. Everything about her made her my Angel. "Did you miss me?" I asked as a grin spread on my face. Everyone time I asked her the same thing. But she never noticed. She acted like each time it was a new question. But she always had the same answer. "Why wouldn't I?" Angel quipped as her small fingers reached out for my bag. "In bag?" I turned towards it hearing her voice. Remembering the gift.
She noticed it was lumpier than usual. I guess Angel really is a little genius, I smiled reaching my hand in. Pulling out a small teddybear.
"I snuck some fabric and made this, since a little girl I know is turning five!" Her face brightened. God. That definitely made my day. She erupted in a bunch of what I've learned to be 'happy' squeals to show her excitement. She grabbed it quickly and hugged it tight against her chest. "I'll name him Noah!" She exclaims. Making that memory flood back into my brain. Noah. Noah's Ark. Then it came to me. Remembering her favorite book was Noah's Ark since that was all I read to her before I made my own books. I was slightly jealous she learned to read much earlier than me. But at the same time happy for her. My little Angel. My darling little Angel. Was going to grow up right before my eyes. "Aerial! Lets do hide and go seek. You go count outside and I'll hide." Before I could utter a word she had already bolted off somewhere in the house. I got up to my legs and glanced up at the ceiling. I hated thinking one day I might bump my head on it. My growing never seemed to stop and I always got joint pains. The only thing I knew that wouldn't grow was my left leg mainly since it was fake.
I headed outside and then burst out into a coughing fit. Remembering this was around the hour when a bunch of the smoke was plowed out. My lungs started to burn. I realized I might have that lung disease every now and then. But the other workers said everyone gets a burning in their lungs. And it wasn't uncommon at all. After a few seconds it faded away leaving me with staring eyes from the people walking around hurriedly to get into their homes. But I knew first Angel needed a fair chance. Otherwise she'd pitch a fit. And today wasn't my best day. "One... Two... Three.." I stopped again remembering to cover my eyes. Then I decided I'd look stupid standing in front of my house counting. The next best thing to me was sitting on my porch. Hoping I was not as stupid. Though as a I counted the whole Noah's Ark thing kept pounding on my head. Though I tried to clear my thoughts I kept thinking about it.
A fear popped up that what if he built it in a different district? Would that mean Angel would have no chance? But that would be unfair. Did he ever mention it in the books or was it something to figure out. I decided on finally trying to stop myself from making silly thoughts about things that never happened or will. "Ready or not.. Here I come!" I called out removing my hands from my face slowly to bring more suspension for Angel. She loved the drama I made up. And hopefully her laugh would never go away or flicker out. She was of course my darling Angel. And no matter what. She was getting on the arch. Whether Noah liked it or not.
