A:N:X:I:E:T:Y [OPEN]
Aug 30, 2012 7:07:15 GMT -5
Post by Stormy on Aug 30, 2012 7:07:15 GMT -5
Stormy Castro
I shivered under my sheets, reaching to clutch the edges. I fold myself in the one sheet, wrapping myself up like a cacoon. I shivered again, bringig my legs up to my chest and attmpting to fall asleep in this position. The house was warm, so I questioned why I was shivering.
I couldn't think straight. Maybe I was coming down with a fever. I turn over in the blankets. Usually, on night I couldn't sleep, I'd escape outside with my bow and arrows. Tonight, that didn't seem like an option.
As I lay under the sheets for a while, I began to get hot. I kicked the blankets off m feet and hope it helps. Now I'm cold again. I kick the blankets aside and sit up. I let my legs dangle from my bed side as I rest my head in my hands. Another sleepless night.
It's no wonder, though. The reaping was coming. And it was comming soon. It's terrifying to me, as it is to many others. Being 15, I still had a while to go before I was free from this mess.
It's not like anyone would miss me if I were reaped. Maybe my family would. Then again, maybe not. There were those two boys I had met in the orchard. But, I was almost garunteed that they'd just stand there like idiots watching me walk up there.
I'm plunged back into my dream of the reaping, and my name being called for all the people to hear. Would anyone gasp? Maybe one or two. Everyone would part, creating an open walkway for me to step forward. One foot after the other, I'd make my way to the stage at a snail's pace. The years seemed to go by in seconds. I finally get on the stage and look over the audience. Nothing. Just empty eyes staring into my soul saying "Bye. Hope you win. That's cool if you don't though, because there are plenty of others that could be chosen next year that could win."
I finally stand up and sneak out of my room. I tip-toe down the one hallway we have, and slowly slip out of the house. The tight air of the house was swept away by the cool night air. It was fresh, inviting, and I wanted to stand in the blast forever. I finally step away from the door, and proceed into the darkness. I didn't forget my bow, no, I just left it. I didn't want to shoot arrows tonight. The atmosphere was so fresh, I wanted to take a small walk. I turn on a stone path and begin walking, trying not to let my inaginations plunge me into the scene of walking onto the stage. I proceed down a small hidden path in the trees, cutting to an open area. I shove my hands in my pockets.
I shivered under my sheets, reaching to clutch the edges. I fold myself in the one sheet, wrapping myself up like a cacoon. I shivered again, bringig my legs up to my chest and attmpting to fall asleep in this position. The house was warm, so I questioned why I was shivering.
I couldn't think straight. Maybe I was coming down with a fever. I turn over in the blankets. Usually, on night I couldn't sleep, I'd escape outside with my bow and arrows. Tonight, that didn't seem like an option.
As I lay under the sheets for a while, I began to get hot. I kicked the blankets off m feet and hope it helps. Now I'm cold again. I kick the blankets aside and sit up. I let my legs dangle from my bed side as I rest my head in my hands. Another sleepless night.
It's no wonder, though. The reaping was coming. And it was comming soon. It's terrifying to me, as it is to many others. Being 15, I still had a while to go before I was free from this mess.
It's not like anyone would miss me if I were reaped. Maybe my family would. Then again, maybe not. There were those two boys I had met in the orchard. But, I was almost garunteed that they'd just stand there like idiots watching me walk up there.
I'm plunged back into my dream of the reaping, and my name being called for all the people to hear. Would anyone gasp? Maybe one or two. Everyone would part, creating an open walkway for me to step forward. One foot after the other, I'd make my way to the stage at a snail's pace. The years seemed to go by in seconds. I finally get on the stage and look over the audience. Nothing. Just empty eyes staring into my soul saying "Bye. Hope you win. That's cool if you don't though, because there are plenty of others that could be chosen next year that could win."
I finally stand up and sneak out of my room. I tip-toe down the one hallway we have, and slowly slip out of the house. The tight air of the house was swept away by the cool night air. It was fresh, inviting, and I wanted to stand in the blast forever. I finally step away from the door, and proceed into the darkness. I didn't forget my bow, no, I just left it. I didn't want to shoot arrows tonight. The atmosphere was so fresh, I wanted to take a small walk. I turn on a stone path and begin walking, trying not to let my inaginations plunge me into the scene of walking onto the stage. I proceed down a small hidden path in the trees, cutting to an open area. I shove my hands in my pockets.
If not, I can delete my post.
