Do Not Go Gentle~ [o]

Do not go gentle into that good night...

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Sunlight shone through my window and onto my bed, making me wince when I open my eyes. "Ugh... So bright already."

[/color] I whine, opening my amber brown eyes. It looked like it was only eight. Time to get the heard out. Throwing the covers away from my body, I yawn, stretching my shoulders. Jumping to my feet, my bad knee gives out, making me wobble. Wincing, I make it back to my feet, pulling off my messy sleep shirt and letting the breeze cool me off for a minute. I always keep the window open. It helps me to cool off. Grabbing my gray shirt from the closet, I throw it on over my under clothes, pulling on my torn jeans. Looking into my mirror, I pull up my back length, light brown hair and twist it into a pony tail, though it was messy as usual and fell into my face. My puce shell necklace hangs from my neck as usual, giving me a little bit of a freedom look. Almost forgetting my belt, I pull it through the loops, flipping my knife into one of the holds. I traded it for a pig. It was worth it.

Grabbing my ocarina, I push it into another hole, remembering when my brother gave it to me. He was dead now. He got sick a while ago, right before she was kicked out of school. Going into the kitchen, I grab my wooden cup and fill it with a little bit of milk I saved for myself and grab an apple I picked last night. Quickly drinking the milk, I eat half of my apple before heading outside, blinking from the bright light. Sighing, I head towards the chicken coop, my leg messing with me again. Grabbing the feed, I throw some on the ground and they instantly run for it. I laugh as they fight over it. Turning to put the feed up, I look at where I carved my name when I was nine, still plain and clear on the side of the barn.

Avrii Krexin. I wrote a little bit of my favorite poem under it. Do not go gentle into this night...

I sigh, ignoring it. Well, trying to. Heading towards the pigs, I throw my apple in the slop. The pigs would like it. Pouring it in for them to eat, I hear squeals of delight, reaching down to grab the new one. He was already looking strong and healthy. "Hey, little one. You look like you're growing strong."[/color] I say, patting his head and setting him back down. Getting to the stable, I walk inside, already sweating from today's work. It was always hot outside, but now it was steaming. Looking at my russet stallion, Rivet, I saddle him up, patting his nose before I leap onto him.

Opening the cows stalls, I heard them over a mile to the grazing field. Noticing a stray calf, I pull out my rope off Rivet's saddle, whirling in the air and throwing it. I was good to this. The rope latched around its neck and I pull, the small cow making a howl of shock. pulling it behind me, I moved them into the pin and jumped back to the the calf. Pulling it into the pin, I pull the rope off of it and it runs straight for its mother. I smile and get back on Rivet. "Time to go to the market.[/color] I needed new boots and feed for Rivet. Being an orphan and being out of school was pretty annoying. My ADHD didn't help with that. Going back to the chicken coop, I tie Rivet to the barn to get all my stuff together.

Grabbing a potato sack, I walk over to my house, grabbing a gallon of milk I collected yesterday, I put it in my sack, holding it as I speed walked over to the chicken coop. I grabbed half the eggs, about seven, and put them in the sack. In the small garden behind my house, I grab a few strawberries, stuffing them in my bag. Tying my first sack to Rivet's saddle, I grab another back, going over to the chicken coop again, I grab one of my older hens. She was old, but she gave me a lot of eggs. There were others that were doing better, though. "Sorry, Old Girl, but I need the money." I apologize, putting her in the bag. She squirms around inside but I hold it tight until I see a group of pheasants. Placing the bag on the saddle, I pull out my throwing knives, throwing three of them before running over to collect her prize. Only two hit. Sighing, I pull my knives out of them and put them back in my belt, grabbing the two birds and running back over to my horse.

Jumping on, I kick his side and we run off towards town, a smile in my face. Making it to the market in little to no time, I slow down, making it to my booth and placing my chicken in a cage. Placing my eggs and strawberries on a rack, I grab my milk and pheasants, laying them out in front of me. I tie Rivet to my table and sit back in my chair, feeling a little out of place like I did every day. I was only thirteen. Almost everyone at the market was older than me, but, it was the weekend today. Saturday. There would surly be some kids here today. I hadn't been around many kids since I was kicked out of school. But, I wasn't dumb or something. I was too hyper. I am actually very intelligent.

"Anyone want to buy something? Game? Strawberries? Even a chicken? Milk or eggs?"[/color] I call to everyone who passes, but they all ignore me. I sigh. I have to get some new boots and feed for Rivet. Ma bye some money for bread, I think, drawing on my small art book. It cost me 30 dollars. It was a picture of me in my favorite blue-green dress and jeans, the words to my favorite poem behind me. I stop focusing on selling for a Minuit to say the words.

"And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light." [/blockquote][/size][/i]