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I Need To Take The Risk (North :D) Aug 4, 2012 19:14:49 GMT -5

Post by I'm Known As Eliza on Aug 4, 2012 19:14:49 GMT -5

BRIGETT OPOLES

I can feel the juice of the blueberries as it runs down my fingertips. Sometimes it stains, but I don’t mind. It leaves pleasant thoughts about my life at this moment. The blueberries are firm and ripe, and they smell of memories. I pop one into my mouth, smiling as my teeth break through the skin, and juice explodes in my mouth, leaving the wonderful taste. My hair falls in front of my face, and I savor the taste as I realize how my hair has gotten lighter, thanks to the sun. Chewing the delicious fruit, I stand up and brush my hands off on my shorts, leaving purplish stains to add to the green grass marks. I pick up my bag and head towards my house, not the least bit worried about anything.

I am surrounded by the Meadow, the only green place in my grey district, and I can see my house just over the grassy hill. There my mom is probably in her chair, grading work from the kids in her class. Later I will help her by organizing a plan for the next day’s lessons, and then I will fix dinner. Then I will go back to the Meadow, in our little spot, and I will wait. I will wait until I feel his arms on my shoulders, and I will turn around to see his eyes staring into mine. I will see him sit down next to me, and with a smile I will tell him that I had no troubles today, and he’ll tell me about his. The perfect scene that will grace me today.

But I will always worry that he won’t show. That he’ll be gone, that I won’t feel his arms around my waist tonight, that he’ll be with some other girl in the middle of the district. But that’s the risk you have to take with someone you love. You risk your heart, and your walls come crumbling down for that one person. But I let my walls shatter so that I can love Lance. And I have to trust that he loves me. It’s a dangerous game that one plays for love. But people take the risk. I am one of those people.

I walk towards my house, the thoughts fleeing as I see my mother through the screen door. As I predicted, she is in her wheelchair, in the kitchen, grading papers. I step inside, and her eyes jump up towards me, and a smile hits her face. I smile back. "Hi Mom, how are the kids' papers looking today?" I ask, placing the blueberries on the table in the room adjacent, which was the living room. She smiles even more, and I can't help but wonder how she grew to love the kids in her classes.

"They're great. Almost all A's, which is good, because some of them need it. But they're all really bright kids. So what's are our lessons going to be tomorrow? I was thinking about talking about the transportation system..." she begins, beginning to talk about the way our coal gets transported to the Capitol and other districts. But coal makes me think about mines, and the mines make me think about Lance, and Lance gets my heart racing. So I yry to pay attention, and she lectures me like she does to her kids at school, but my mind is elsewhere. So I give a little "Sounds great, Mom," and she smiles, obviously seeing my mind is elsewhere. She dismisses me, and I leave gladly, grabbing the bag of blueberries and almost running to the Meadow, wondering how long it would take for Lance to get there.

Last Edit: Aug 4, 2012 23:14:05 GMT -5 by I'm Known As Eliza

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I Need To Take The Risk (North :D) Aug 4, 2012 22:49:18 GMT -5

Post by School is the bane of my life on Aug 4, 2012 22:49:18 GMT -5

The tall boy stood over the table, hands carefully placing every food item he could spare in his ruggy pack. But why for? Well any young gentlemen when he meets a girl will do anything for her. That had happened to Lance, yes he would do anything for her. The problem was he was not rich, nor middle class. Lance was a dirt poor boy from the seam with a goat, that gave a least some luxuries that most in the seam could not even touch.

So to actually prove his love for her he would bring her something, a picnic. Girls love that don’t they? It was one of the things he thought about. A nice but little gesture that had least proved that he would give her anything, even though its only food and not even that much. Bread, goat cheese and of course a bundle of blueberries, our food. All shoved neatly into a ruggy brown bag. And starting the minute he walked out the door, the bag went over his shoulder.

With every beam of sun focused on him, he felt like a new man. No more sleeping around for him, only with Bridgett. And even they had not spelt together, yet, something Lance wanted to happen very soon. What? Lance is almost fully grown adult with a beautiful girlfriend, what would he think about when other things are in the way. He was making his way to the meadows, where we met. Where everything started, then he brought her home and then they ate blueberries and then they kissed over blueberries. A happy love story that Lance thought he would never see, and one his father also thought would never happen. Ever since he told his father about Bridgett a big smile had grown on his face. Any father would be happy when his playboy son decided to turn to a steady relationship.

And was that the sinking sun shining down over Bridgett it was. Lance could tell just by the shape and golden hair hanging down that it was her. Can’t keep you waiting, he picked up his pace and let a small smile come onto his face as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her hip. “Hey Bridgett, sorry if I kept you waiting.” He whispered into her ears, then with a swing of his body, settled down right beside her and flashed her the bag. “Brought some food, you know for a panic.” ] He pulled it of his shoulder after planting a quick kiss. So this is what love is like.

Last Edit: Aug 4, 2012 22:49:55 GMT -5 by School is the bane of my life

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I Need To Take The Risk (North :D) Aug 4, 2012 23:40:30 GMT -5

Post by I'm Known As Eliza on Aug 4, 2012 23:40:30 GMT -5

BRIGETT OPOLES

I sit in the Meadow, watching the sun come down, and that's when I hear his footsteps come towards me. My heartbeat quickens, my feet give a little twitch, and a small smile comes onto my face. I feel his arms wrap around my hips as he plops down beside me, and I hear his voice and I see his smile. Ã‚Â“Hey Bridgett, sorry if I kept you waiting.Ã‚Â” I shake my head, my smile growing ever bigger by the minute, just because he's there. Ã‚Â“Brought some food, you know for a picnic." I give a little gasp as he pulls the small bag off of his shoulder, and I feel his lips on mine for a sweet little kiss. His black curly hair is perfection, and it bounces a little as he sits down. His grey eyes are lit up, and he is gazing into my bright blue eyes after he pulls away from the soft kiss.

"I don't mind waiting for you, Lance. A picnic? Well, aren't you the romantic," I say teasingly, and I give him another kiss. It lasted a little longer this time. I grab the bag and I open it, looking at the contents inside. Bread, some homemade goat cheese, and a personal favorite: blueberries. I smile at the small little fruit, and I pluck one from the group. "You brought blueberries!" I give a wide smile. The memories were flooding in, a bright stream of happiness as I pop the small little berry inside of my mouth. Our first meeting, our first kiss, our first date, all surrounding the small blue little snack. "And look, goat cheese and bread! Did you make the cheese yourself?" I ask, my eyes lighting up at the thought of him making goat cheese from his goat at home.

I lean my head on his shoulder, and his hand is still wrapped around my waist, so I was definitely comfortable. I pluck another blueberry from the pile, and I hold it up for him. "Want one? And do you think that I can start spreading the cheese on the bread?" I ask. My hair falls in front of my eyes again, and I push it away distractingly as I admire his grey eyes, that are the color of an iceberg, but somehow melt me as they meet mine, and I can't help but think how lucky I am to have as sweet a boyfriend as Lance. He is so thoughtful and sweet, and he's a protector. The sun shines off of his dark hair, almost turning it a dark brown shade, and I smile, pushing it out of his eyes out of habit, because I did it to mine often enough. "You're so sweet," I say softly, as I flick his hair behind his ear.

Last Edit: Aug 4, 2012 23:53:23 GMT -5 by I'm Known As Eliza