Just a little bit too perfect (Charity)
Sept 19, 2012 16:31:21 GMT -5
Post by mara0107 on Sept 19, 2012 16:31:21 GMT -5
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September ran up the stairs and into her little room. She slammed the door and closed with a loud noise that caused the whole house to shake. She didn’t care if it was loud or if the others were disturbed by the noise or if the others knew that she was upset. In fact she didn’t care about anything anymore. She just wanted to forget and run away. Or, even better, just cease to exist. She wondered if anybody would actually notice that she was gone. September threw herself on her bed and tossed a blanket over her head. She didn’t want to hear them anymore; she just wanted to be left alone. Left alone in her misery and in her anger. All she wanted was to cry and so she did. Big tears started to roll down her cheeks. September sobbed and tried to block out the memories of what just happened, but of course she couldn’t.
The day had started out fairly good. No, actually it had started out really good. Better than most days in District Six. School had been interesting and her math teacher had even complimented her on her excellent homework. After school, she went to the boy she was tutoring and his mom gave her a piece of the cake she had just made. Cake was a rare treat for September, so she savored every single bite. It had been truly delicious. The blonde girl had been smiling big when she left her classmates house and wandered down the street towards her home. September was proud of her. She, for once, had a little money to contribute. She didn’t earn as much money as the others and she felt bad about that a lot. She felt bad, because she lived off of the money the others brought home and she ate the food they bought for all of them while she didn’t earn anything. Today it would be a better day. She could feel the coins in her pocket. No empty pockets today.
A big smile flashed across Septembers face as she opened the door. She sniffed and could smell fresh, cooked food. Meat. They didn’t have meat for over a week. It was a really good day today. September threw her shoes in the corner and almost ran to the sink to wash her hands. Ary, who almost always prepared the food for the family didn’t like dirty hands on the table and she didn’t want her to be angry. September, now with clean almost sparkling hands, sat down on the table and smiled at the rest of the group of people she called her family. Dinner started out just fine. The food was delicious and September felt full afterwards, a feeling she didn’t have often. She should have known that the day was just a little bit too perfect. Days like this didn’t happen. At least not in District Six.
It started when the boys started talking about their jobs and about the money they earned. September stuck her hand in her pocket, pulled out the few coins she had earned and placed them on the table, feeling proud. It didn’t happen often, that she was able to do that. Marcello looked at her, then on the money and back at her and her heart started racing, expecting some words of praise from him. Instead she earned a rather bored look and a shrug of his shoulders before he took the coins without saying anything else. Septembers mouth fell open and she stared at him. She had received not a single word, no thank you, no nothing! Marcello turned and just asked: “ What do you want? Praise? Worship? For these few coins?” September could feel her cheeks burning and tried to blink hard to hold back the tears that starts welling up in her eyes. It was so unfair. She knew that she was old enough to earn money. She really tried to earn money, with the after school tutoring and some other little daily jobs. And now that she did earn something it wasn’t enough for them. No, actually she wouldn’t care as much if it was January or Ary that gave her crap about not brining home enough money. It was Marchello telling her that her efforts weren’t good enough that made her feel so bad. Marchello, who she wanted to impress so much. Marchello, who she really wanted to notice her in a positive way. Marchello, who she secretly fancied. September bit her lip and jumped out of her chair, knowing she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. She stormed up the stairs and into her room, slamming her door shut.
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