Disapointment (Open)
Apr 12, 2012 18:46:52 GMT -5
Post by alexbou6 on Apr 12, 2012 18:46:52 GMT -5
I just opened the door and left. I'm not proud about it either. Leaving my mom alone in the house with nothing to eat. It was a slow day at the butchers and I only came back with a fraction of what i usually bring in. I hate it when this happens. The look on my moms face when she sees I have nothing to eat and then how she composes herself so i cant tell that shes angry at me. We're going through a rough time in the Seam. barely anything to eat.
Well what else is new. so I pull out a cigarette and go to sit under the oak tree that grows near my house. That's another thing smoking, my mother says its an old habit that died of years ago because we cant afford to buy ciggys anymore but my grandfather gave my mom some tobacco seeds and she hid them away but i found them. At first I was furious because i thought we could sell them or trade them at the Hob but like she said no one can afford to buy them anymore so I just grow it for myself. Anyway I pull out this antique lighter of my dads mom said it saved his life several times but all it does for me is saves me the long process of starting a fire to light one and gives me the much needed nicotine. So I light it up and sit down by the tree. I wave to a couple of peacekeepers who give me a nod. they don't are about the tobacco as long as no one else starts growing it because if everyone started to smoke well... the air is hard enough to breath anyway with all the damn coal. So on I puff.
I close my gray eyes and lean my head back against the tree. I love this tree. it reminds me of my dad. Whenever I think of him I visualize this tree. I don't know why because I never met him. he died before I was born, but still It still reminds me of him. I start to play with the rusty knife the butcher gave me a wile back she said "If you really want it take it cuz I sure don't. rusty thing like that give ya tetanus and how do I look choppin up meat with a rusty brown knife.". so I took it off her hands and I practice with it. I practice with it for one reason only, because of the Games. ever since i was twelve- when my mom told me about the reaping in full and said if i was to be called and i didn't win she would never survive- I've been practicing. first with a stick then with this. i put my knife back under the roots and tilt my head back and fall asleep cigarette still in my hand.
Well what else is new. so I pull out a cigarette and go to sit under the oak tree that grows near my house. That's another thing smoking, my mother says its an old habit that died of years ago because we cant afford to buy ciggys anymore but my grandfather gave my mom some tobacco seeds and she hid them away but i found them. At first I was furious because i thought we could sell them or trade them at the Hob but like she said no one can afford to buy them anymore so I just grow it for myself. Anyway I pull out this antique lighter of my dads mom said it saved his life several times but all it does for me is saves me the long process of starting a fire to light one and gives me the much needed nicotine. So I light it up and sit down by the tree. I wave to a couple of peacekeepers who give me a nod. they don't are about the tobacco as long as no one else starts growing it because if everyone started to smoke well... the air is hard enough to breath anyway with all the damn coal. So on I puff.
I close my gray eyes and lean my head back against the tree. I love this tree. it reminds me of my dad. Whenever I think of him I visualize this tree. I don't know why because I never met him. he died before I was born, but still It still reminds me of him. I start to play with the rusty knife the butcher gave me a wile back she said "If you really want it take it cuz I sure don't. rusty thing like that give ya tetanus and how do I look choppin up meat with a rusty brown knife.". so I took it off her hands and I practice with it. I practice with it for one reason only, because of the Games. ever since i was twelve- when my mom told me about the reaping in full and said if i was to be called and i didn't win she would never survive- I've been practicing. first with a stick then with this. i put my knife back under the roots and tilt my head back and fall asleep cigarette still in my hand.
