Learnig How To Dance In The Rain {OPEN}
Aug 3, 2012 0:03:34 GMT -5
Post by mcmarti99 on Aug 3, 2012 0:03:34 GMT -5
It Rains In Our Hearts, It Rains In Our Souls, It Rains All Around, It's The Oldest Thing We Know. District 12.
I always found it weird why it rained all the time in District 12. Momma always said it didn't matter, that why wait for the storm to pass when you can dance in the rain. But that was before she died. My life was okay, and she made it better everyday, but now, instead of being taken into the flames of hell, I was put into the rain of hell. Every time it rains sorrow overtakes me, just like the day she died. She told me to keep dancing in the rain, that her death was just another storm. Sometimes, rain is refreshing. I can cry, and no one will notice. I'm the tough guy, the leader, crying is something I can't afford anyone seeing me do. Not again anyways.
The morning air was fresh, it had just rained the day before, now the dew on the grass symbolized the haze I was in just after Momma died. I sat on the front stoop of our run-down house and took in a breath. Then I let it back out again, this symbolized the letting go of the past, and dancing in the rain. No one was awake yet but me. Why did this happen every morning I wondered. The streets were clear as a foggy street could be. On the other side of the street was Ricky's Cafe. It was totally empty besides Ricky himself, and I'm sure he was asleep. The Seam looked tired and empty. My ragged gray sleeveless sweatshirt and brown tee shirt didn't make it anymore colorful. My jeans had three holes in them, one on the knee, which was half sewed up, one in the bottom, and one near the belt loop. I wore a tattered cap that once was my Dad's. Though he didn't add any attachment to it. I was dark and gray like everything else in this God-forsaken District.
I decided to get up and walk around for a little while. I walked into the District Square. I looked in every alleyway just searching for a single soul to talk to. Eventually I found one. Hey, kid, whatta you doin up this early? I asked the guy. He looked like he was hiding from something, and I probably wasn't helping him much. He looked embarrassed, I'm sure he knew who I was, for I was friends with almost everyone in the District, except him. I heard someone yell. Hello? Anyone out there? I began to yell back, don't ask, just instinct I guess, and the boy pulled at my jacket urging me to get down. Oh Crapp, what have I just gotten myself into. I though. I felt blood cursing through my veins and my heart pounding. I looked up over the trash can we were hiding behind and saw a girl. A small figured shadow with long hair. She had her hands on her hips and her mouth pursed. I looked down at the boy, who looked up at me, then at the shadow, he shook his head and his breathing quickened. Was he really afraid of that scrawny thing? I looked at the shadow and then at the boy again. What is going on?[/color]
When It Rains.. It Pours.[/size] [/font][/center]