~Escape to the meadow~ (Planets Plot)
Aug 1, 2012 14:59:52 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2012 14:59:52 GMT -5
This morning has a groggy start to it as I toss and turn, stirring in my bed before my eyes finally open to view the world. The dreams I have at night are so full of freedom and happiness that I never want them to end so it disappoints me this morning that the scene had once again dissolved right in front of my eyes, bringing me back to harsh reality. Now that I am awake I know that I will have to prise myself from my bed so I decide to get it over with sooner rather than later. I move my legs to the side of the bed and put my feet solidly on the floor, using them to lift up the rest of my body into a standing position. With this done I take three steps to get to the other side of my tiny bedroom where I keep the few outfits that I own. Looking over them my mind easily decided what is going to be worn for the rest of the day. It is the outfit that I wear most often of all. I put on the long, dark grey top and pull the long sleeves up to my elbows. I don't know why I do this but it always happens when I wear this top so by now it must just be in my instincts to. Next on is the pair of plain black trousers. To put these one I hold on to the stand next to the clothes pile to keep myself balanced as I have always had off balance getting dressed due to having a missing toe on my right foot. It is not long before I cross the room and sit on my bed, going under it to pull out the only footwear I own, a pair of black shoes that look like a cross between shoes and trainers. Putting them on hides the missing toe I have had since birth. It is now time again to go to the stand by my clothes and this time I take the item hanging on the top of it. It is a red beanie hat that I am rarely seen outside the house without, not that I am seen much outside the house apart from school anyway. I take the item attached to it off and hold it in my hand, admiring the intricate detail that it is decorated with. It is the only really nice thing my mother has ever brought me and I always have it as a memory of the old times when everything was perfect. Those were the times when my parents would laugh at my silly antics like hiding under tables as a toddler. Of course everything has changed since then. It hasn't been right since I was 5. Drifting away from the memories I put the beanie hat on my head carefully and use the beautifully decorated clip to hold it in place. Ready for the day, I head into the living area.
Reaching the living area fairly quickly, my instincts kick in and I scan the room to see if I am alone. However, it is very swiftly revealed to me that both of my parents are standing here and are greeting me with smiles. I return them out of politeness. Although there are days where I can't bear the two of them for keeping me cooped up in this house most of my life I always return their smiles. I do this because I know why they do it and that they are doing it to try and protect me from everything that is just outside our window whether we like it or not. It muy hurt to think it but they have my best interests at heart and I have to try and see that side of things even when it is hard. There isn't conversation between the three of us at first and I simply walk closer to them and then wish them a good morning. They return this gesture and all three of us are silent as we sit down on the small furniture that we have for the house. Looking at our clock I know there is still some time to kill before I can make an excuse to leave. It is too early to be heading off just yet so I have to sit and endure the silence, even if I am used to this by now. Electricity only really runs here when the hunger games are being broadcast so we can't switch the television on for entertainment. The people in higher districts and the Capitol will probably be eating to pass the time but here there is barely enough to have tea so there is no chance of food this early in the day. This happens every day until either my parents go to work or me to school because there never is much for us to talk about at the start of the day. The clock ticks on and I look at the two of them, hoping for some sort of conversation. It started with them asking how I slept and I simply said that I slept well as there is no other way to describe my sleep. The little threads of speech that come from this pass the time left until I can get up from my seat and make my escape towards school. I go to the door and walk out towards freedom, something that I have learnt to treasure over the years. I have been asked by my friends before how freedom feels to me but I have never been able to describe it to them in words because for me it is something overwhelming.
I walk slowly down the street towards the school. Many people would think this as a social time with the variety of children who are walking down the same street on their own commute to school. However in district 12 there is little morale any time of the day but especially in the morning so the walk in near enough silent, all of us in a uniform motion drilled into us by everyday life. It makes everything I do seem like it has little meaning as I have already done it so many times before and know I will keep doing it for what seems like forever. There is something inside me every day that tells me to stop but it is part of my mindset to know that it would be wrong if I did. There are hints of conversation between some of the others who are near me but there are few that I know so I walk alone and silently. It doesn't take long to reach the school and when the building comes into my view I start to walk slightly faster heading towards it. Reaching the doors I open them and walk inside. Compared to schools that I have seen in television footage of other districts during reapings, our building is small and shabby but we all know that it is the best that can be achieved with what we have here. Thinking of this makes me start to feel jealous of the higher districts and the Capitol. We are not supposed to but I always wish that I could have everything that they have instead of living a life which makes me so similar to a bird in a cage. If my family lived in the Capitol then my life would be so perfect and I wouldn't have to worry about what is going to happen next and I would never have the fear of going into the games every time there is a reaping. My feet take me to the small classroom my lessons will be in for the day. The first half of the school day goes by quickly and I head to the room where we recieve our lunch. It is a meagre meal as usual but we are all grateful for the food we get and eat it all happily, savouring it. While in there I catch glimpses of my older friends and manage to hold a short conversation with them before the time comes that cruelly separates us, forcing us to head to different rooms in the school. The afternoon lesson goes slowly with the eagerness to leave the room and head out of the school, even if life at home isn't that much better. The time comes and I make the small walk back to my home and head through the door, walking past my mother giving her a hurried greeting.
Once this is done I head into my tiny bedroom as I know my parents expect me to do. Usually I would stay there until called for tea but today my parents tell me they are going out for a while and want me to stick to my bedroom or the front room. My voice speaks of agreement but holds back my true intention. Five minutes after I hear the door close behind my mother and father I grab my keys and sneak out of the house back into the freedom of the fresh air in the district. Freedom means so much to me when I can get it because it is so rare for me, even among the others who are fenced into district 12 with me. As soon as I am out I know exactly where I am going to head to, where I know my friends will all be waiting for me to arrive. My feet are on autopilot through the dirt ridden streets of the district and are soon touching soft grass that is ridden with all types of beautiful, sweet smelling flowers. I have finally arrived in the meadow and look around to try and spot my friends. As I walk my eyes catch sight of a lilac flower that had a smell like a cross between jasmine and honey. I smell the flower again and smile at the fragrance. The minutes tick away as I keep looking at the flower until I hear a familiar voice in the distance and look towards it's owner.
Reaching the living area fairly quickly, my instincts kick in and I scan the room to see if I am alone. However, it is very swiftly revealed to me that both of my parents are standing here and are greeting me with smiles. I return them out of politeness. Although there are days where I can't bear the two of them for keeping me cooped up in this house most of my life I always return their smiles. I do this because I know why they do it and that they are doing it to try and protect me from everything that is just outside our window whether we like it or not. It muy hurt to think it but they have my best interests at heart and I have to try and see that side of things even when it is hard. There isn't conversation between the three of us at first and I simply walk closer to them and then wish them a good morning. They return this gesture and all three of us are silent as we sit down on the small furniture that we have for the house. Looking at our clock I know there is still some time to kill before I can make an excuse to leave. It is too early to be heading off just yet so I have to sit and endure the silence, even if I am used to this by now. Electricity only really runs here when the hunger games are being broadcast so we can't switch the television on for entertainment. The people in higher districts and the Capitol will probably be eating to pass the time but here there is barely enough to have tea so there is no chance of food this early in the day. This happens every day until either my parents go to work or me to school because there never is much for us to talk about at the start of the day. The clock ticks on and I look at the two of them, hoping for some sort of conversation. It started with them asking how I slept and I simply said that I slept well as there is no other way to describe my sleep. The little threads of speech that come from this pass the time left until I can get up from my seat and make my escape towards school. I go to the door and walk out towards freedom, something that I have learnt to treasure over the years. I have been asked by my friends before how freedom feels to me but I have never been able to describe it to them in words because for me it is something overwhelming.
I walk slowly down the street towards the school. Many people would think this as a social time with the variety of children who are walking down the same street on their own commute to school. However in district 12 there is little morale any time of the day but especially in the morning so the walk in near enough silent, all of us in a uniform motion drilled into us by everyday life. It makes everything I do seem like it has little meaning as I have already done it so many times before and know I will keep doing it for what seems like forever. There is something inside me every day that tells me to stop but it is part of my mindset to know that it would be wrong if I did. There are hints of conversation between some of the others who are near me but there are few that I know so I walk alone and silently. It doesn't take long to reach the school and when the building comes into my view I start to walk slightly faster heading towards it. Reaching the doors I open them and walk inside. Compared to schools that I have seen in television footage of other districts during reapings, our building is small and shabby but we all know that it is the best that can be achieved with what we have here. Thinking of this makes me start to feel jealous of the higher districts and the Capitol. We are not supposed to but I always wish that I could have everything that they have instead of living a life which makes me so similar to a bird in a cage. If my family lived in the Capitol then my life would be so perfect and I wouldn't have to worry about what is going to happen next and I would never have the fear of going into the games every time there is a reaping. My feet take me to the small classroom my lessons will be in for the day. The first half of the school day goes by quickly and I head to the room where we recieve our lunch. It is a meagre meal as usual but we are all grateful for the food we get and eat it all happily, savouring it. While in there I catch glimpses of my older friends and manage to hold a short conversation with them before the time comes that cruelly separates us, forcing us to head to different rooms in the school. The afternoon lesson goes slowly with the eagerness to leave the room and head out of the school, even if life at home isn't that much better. The time comes and I make the small walk back to my home and head through the door, walking past my mother giving her a hurried greeting.
Once this is done I head into my tiny bedroom as I know my parents expect me to do. Usually I would stay there until called for tea but today my parents tell me they are going out for a while and want me to stick to my bedroom or the front room. My voice speaks of agreement but holds back my true intention. Five minutes after I hear the door close behind my mother and father I grab my keys and sneak out of the house back into the freedom of the fresh air in the district. Freedom means so much to me when I can get it because it is so rare for me, even among the others who are fenced into district 12 with me. As soon as I am out I know exactly where I am going to head to, where I know my friends will all be waiting for me to arrive. My feet are on autopilot through the dirt ridden streets of the district and are soon touching soft grass that is ridden with all types of beautiful, sweet smelling flowers. I have finally arrived in the meadow and look around to try and spot my friends. As I walk my eyes catch sight of a lilac flower that had a smell like a cross between jasmine and honey. I smell the flower again and smile at the fragrance. The minutes tick away as I keep looking at the flower until I hear a familiar voice in the distance and look towards it's owner.
