Deltoy Vee {D2} [DONE]

Age=13
gender=male
District=2

Have you ever felt like no one ever takes you seriously? Like you are just a big joke? Well, funny that I get it all the time. People seem to think that all I am is a joke that you can never take me serious? I feel that it is harsh. I am mature! I- I am not just a big joke! –oh my god! Did you just see that! That kids just said boobies!- He giggles his whole body shaking with the movement as his eyes trailed after the boy, the boy that had just let one go. Damn. That probably didn’t prove my point…. But really, I am mature! I can control myself! Really! Trying to control his giggling it he puts on a rather serious face. But can he hold it? That is another question.

People say I look younger than my age. Pfft. I certainly do not! I’m 13, no questions about it, if you ask me, my appearance only justifies the fact more. I have tanned skin, but not from the sun, but because that’s how I’ve been for how long I can remember. I always used to stick out, but I never minded, I liked being different. My skin is practically free of any freckles, apart from one mole that sits lower down on my jaw bone, I kind of like it. it adds something to my face, hardens it. Maybe even adds a little rebellion to it! His face splits into a wide hopeful smile. But we all know that that mole, dose not, what so ever add ‘rebellion’ to his features, but where not here to burst this little guys bubble.

I have lovely green eyes! Like the colour of freshly mowed grass in the afternoon sun. They stick out on my dark face, making them the focus of my face. Girls have told me how beautiful they are, and how they just want to stare into them forever… I usually go bright red and turn away… but yeah, girls think I have pretty eyes! Girls! Deltoy makes calming movements with his hands, trying to restrain his excitement. His green eyes sparkling as he thought back to the times where people, girl especially had commented on how beautiful his eyes were.

I’m short. Yeah there’s no question about it. I hate being short! The girls sort of just look past me, because, well, they are tall and can see over me, it’s so embarrassing! I mean who would like a short guy like me? He shrugs and lopks around disappointed. He tries to look at you, but an awfully tall girl walks in your line of vision and he is blocked out of view. Yeah, so basically it sucks to be short.

I haven’t always lived in this house, I used to have a family, but I’m not sure where they went, but I’m sure they will come visit me soon, I mean I’m there soon after all, right? They can’t have forgotten, could they? I’m sure they will come pick me up soon.

It was so weird, I mean, one day I was safe in my bed, after mummy and daddy had tucked me in, they had sung me one of my favourite lullaby’s, “pink fluffy unicorns”, I love that song… Pink, round and fluffy, we bounce around your dreams, spreading the love. Pink round and fluffy we take away your nightmares and replace them with dreams that are worth a thousand smiles… Pink round and Fluffy we wish you sweet dreams, Goodnight, baby we love you… They would say before they turned out the lights, sending me into a darkness dreams filled with the happy unicorns jumping around in bright green paddocks spreading the love… they never mentioned anything about me leaving for a while, and frankly, I thought they might have come and seen me by now… I really miss them, but I guess when the time comes they will come, with smiling happy faces. They will pull me into their loving arms and tell me how much they missed e, and they are so glad I’m coming home now. I will smile and tell them that I had so much fun, and ask them if we could come back again… yes, that how it will work…

Little does this little boy know that he has been abducted and he will most likely never see his loving parents again. Little does he know that he will most likely not live till the age 18… that he most likely will be dead before he can count to 100

So basically I’m on this big adventure, I tend to think of it as a quest, and you never know, but maybe I might have to slay a dragon, like in the stories mummy used to read me. Wow! Imagine me slaying a dragon! That- that- that would be epic! But not at the moment, first I have to explore. By the looks of it I haven’t really gotten that far yet…so far, you could say, that I was failing my mission. Well, because the bad Mr Evil, the bad guy, had already caught me before I had the chance to show him my moves. Yes I have moves, you know like the moves that characters in those comics have? Yeah, I bet I could even climb walls, like spider man…. Ever since the day my mission had started I have been locked up in one of the cages that Mr Evil stores all the other kids that are trying to be super heroes and bring him down… but little do they know that I am the new Superman. I will escape the bad guy, after all the good guy always wins, right?

Little does Mr Evil know that secretly I have discovered a way to escape! That’s what you would expect me to say next… but to tell the truth Mr Evil has done a really good job at making this place anti-escapable… is that even a word? I dunno…. So until I can escape I am stuck in this cage, I can feel it draining all my power… it will keep going until I am nothing, and then I will have to beg for mercy, beg him to let me go… That’s how it works right? Then he will let me go, and then I come back to show him what a mistake it was to let me go, and how much he will regret it…. then I will save the day.

A boy can dream right? He is no super hero, he is just another young child that has fallen victim Altair. He will not escape this place, he will perish here. After all no one has escaped Altair and lived to tell the tale…. But again, he is a young boy, and all this, it just seems like a big adventure, one where he thinks he will be able to escape, and take refuge with his loving family…. if only they knew where he was now.