Through the odds [MJS (Mockingjay)]

Running did seem childish, but in Irene, my dreaded step mother's mind, I was childish. And foolish and unladylike. Like I ever wanted to be the lady she is. No. For right now I'll stick to my plaid flannels shirts and jeans. A corset is the only thing imposed upon me by Irene. The tree I usually consider safety seemed too close. I just wanted to get as far away as possible. The only place to go was the edge of the property line. I've only been there once with Mom when we went apple picking. I remember the fruity scent left on our shirts when we got home. Mom said it reminded her of when she was little. Mom and Grandpa picked apples every Wednesday after they ripened. Grandpa still have rotten apple cores laying around in the backyard. I laughed a little at the thought of it. Me and Dad never had any real connection, besides Mom. And when she died, we had no connections at all. Then Irene came along, now he is dead to me.

The apple orchard is a ways away, so I have to pace my jog. I can't run too fast, but I can't walk. I have to go at a pace that allows me to go for a long time. As I am approaching the apple orchard I realize now it's just a bunch of old trees with no apples. Last time I was here I remember it full of birds and life. Greenery shone and sparkled off the sun's rays, and the smell of bright red apples filled the air. Now, it looked like endless rows and nothingness. It was just like me. After Mom died, it faded into darkness, and didn't let the sun reach it. At least I wasn't the only one. I slowed myself to a depressing walk. I had imagined I would run to this sacred place and be happy and full of something other than sorrow, but now that I'm here, I almost want to go back. Shaking that thought from my head I walked farther into the orchard. I found the tree me and Mom always got the most apples from. It was located in the middle of the huge orchard, but it was always easy to find because it was the tallest. It still possessed this quality, and now it was the least dead. It was the last tree Mom touched before she died. Though it wasn't springing with life, it had a few green leaves and one bright red apple. I started up at the apple, knowing I would have to climb for it. Swinging myself up into the branches, I had to rewind my brain and remember how to climb. It had been so long.

The apple stood at the very top of the tree, making the climb well worth it. My legs worked effortlessly towards the treasury. When I finally reached it, without a second thought I bit into it. This sent a fruity sensation all through my body. It was the best thing I had to eat in months. My eyes drifted close, and my body went slack. I was in heaven, I was almost sure. I turned around to look at the farm next to us. Even though it was run down, and didn't have any sophisticated look about it, I would rather live that life than the one I am stuck with. Though I was thinking depressing thoughts, I couldn't muster being sad when the apple is spreading joy all throughout my body.

((OOC:Sorry this took so long, my sister was having troubles last night, and my dog demanded my attention this morning. I start school tomorrow, just so you know, so I may not reply as fast, but I will eventually reply xD))

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She just stares at me, and I find myself looking at my shirt and pants to see if I have something on them. I was clean. I sighed in relief. [/color] "Uhhh... Caitlynn, C-Caitlynn Nightbird"[/size] The girl stuttered. I wondered if she was shy, or perhaps afraid of me. She was young. Looking back on when I was her age, I was shy too. My mother used to want me to talk to people as she did, but I always clung to her leg and let her talk. She was so good at it.




Caitlynn turned her head away from me, hiding her face. This again reminded me of myself, only I had Mom to hide behind. I put one hand on her shoulder and used the other to gently lift her head so I could see her face. Looking up at me were the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. They were shaped like almonds, and were colored the softest blue. I gasped at their beauty. I ran my hand over her soft and delicate cheeks. They felt almost like silk. I realized I was proabably being really weird, but i had never seen such a fresh face before. Excuse me being so wierd, but you have such beautiful eyes. I said with a smile. She proabably was freaked out, but I hoped I at least brightened up her day a little. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

I must have looked like a weirdo. It's just that something that delicate and gentle doesn't come my way often. I let go of her face and put my head down. I was a disgrace. I felt like I was some sort of royalty and she had to listen to whatever I wanted her to do. I didn't like that feeling. I'm a girl, a regular girl, that's all I've ever wanted. The feeling of being more powerful or stronger then someone was engrossing to me. I wanted to yell at her, I wanted to be normal! Yelling wouldn't get me anywhere would it? Ugh. I'm sorry okay! I'm sorry I have this fucking rich farm! I'm sorry I'm a freak sometimes! I just want.. well, I don't want this! I yelled, at nothing really, I just yelled. I sunk down to my knees and cried. I cried a lot too. I pounded my fists on the ground and made a big fuss. I looked up at Caitlyn, tears of rage pouring down my face. She seemed scared of me, but I must have looked like a hungry gorilla. She didn't leave though. I lay there in a heaping pile of rage. I let myself cry. I wanted someone to see all my pain. They thought that living on a farm as big as mine was fun? Hell no. I wanted to scream more and yell more, but I got up and stood next to the fence.




I'm sorry, I whimpered. Sorry for freaking out. I just am so upset right now. This was the only place I knew to come.. I needed to show someone how upset and painful my life is. I'm just.. sorry... I hope I didn't scare you... I choked. I looked at Caitlyn's fresh and new face and was jealous, of all people to be jealous of, it was her. She was probably happier down at her farm, that consists of one small barn and a garden then I was at my twenty barn and three large garden farm. I let the last of my tears drip down my face. I'm sorry...

OOC:Excuse the freak-attack. LOL xD

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"I-It's okay m-miss Rhymer, everyone has emotions. M-Maybe I can help you with them? Or any problems? Or anything. I don't mind miss Rhymer, or should I just call you Rhymer, I do it out of politeness but if you want me to call you Rhymer I will, or maybe Miss? Or Mistress. No wait that's too slave like, or servant like? I guess I could be a servant... wait... Urrr. I guess I will shut up now."

[/size] Caitlynn rambles. She dropped her head, but not even that could hide the red the flood into her cheeks. I wiped a hair from my face as I leaned down to look at her. Again placing my hand on her shoulder I spoke to her. Hey. It's okay, you can call me Rhymer, or Rhye if you want. You don't have to be nervous around me, and by no means do you need to call me mistress. I told her, hoping it might give her some reassurance.

I removed my hand from my shoulder as she looked up at me. I stretched my hand out to her, helping her over the fence so she was on our side of it. I held her hand and led her to the green tree in the middle of the orchard. Making my way up into the branches I found two sweet granny-smith apples. I extended my hand again, lifting her into the tree. We sat side by side on the lowest branch, and I let my legs swing back and forth as the apple's sweet and sour tastes exploded on my taste buds. My mother used to bring me here. We would sit on this very branch and pick and sometimes eat apples all day. We always came home with leaves in our hair and dirt all over our clothes. My grandma would always make us hose off with the water hose outside before we helped her cook inside. I told her, hoping to spark up some kind of conversation.

OOC:Here you are! xD

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