A lot of nothing (open)
Sept 27, 2012 18:42:03 GMT -5
Post by natsmycat on Sept 27, 2012 18:42:03 GMT -5
Mackenzie Renee - Avox
"speech by others"
thoughts
narration
What am I doing? Lately I've been asking myself stupid questions to stay on task.I am doing dishes. I continue scrubbing last night spaghetti of of a plate.
What will I do next? I look at the schedule I wrote on my hand with some fancy pen. Well it was pretty much impossible to find a normal pen in this house. Next, I will dust that bookshelf nobody uses. Its filled with old books, each one about each district.
They look like nobody ever read them. No wounder I needed to dust them. I bet they didn't read them because they didn't care. I grad the feather duster and brush of the book that says district 8. I flip through its smooth pages. Each one brings a different memory of home.
"Stop reading and get to work already!" The wife screams. I never bothered to learn their names. I could never use them for anything. I shove the book between 7 and 9. I dust each one off. I have the curiosity to open another book. I've never seen much of what the other districts look like. Only the district square when I watched the reaping.
"By the way Avox. We are hosting a Happy Hunger Games party tonight. Be sure the house in in top shape." Seems she didn't learn my name either.
What now? I look at my hand once more. I have to clean each kids room Its crazy back in district 8 me and my sister shared a room. Each of these 7 spoiled brats gets a queen sized bed all to themselves!
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I pin the welcome sign up on the beautiful white door. All done, now for the hard part. The people living here are nice, as far as capitol people go. Now I have to deal with everybody else. I heard this one is so big she got a new Avox. I don't really believe that because most of us are serving the tributes. I got lucky this year.
The doorbell rings. "Ooo our fist guests! Kids go to bed! Even you Kile." The oldest boy huffs off to bed. I hold my breath and open the door. Happy hunger games and may the odds be never in your favor.
"speech by others"
thoughts
narration
What am I doing? Lately I've been asking myself stupid questions to stay on task.I am doing dishes. I continue scrubbing last night spaghetti of of a plate.
What will I do next? I look at the schedule I wrote on my hand with some fancy pen. Well it was pretty much impossible to find a normal pen in this house. Next, I will dust that bookshelf nobody uses. Its filled with old books, each one about each district.
They look like nobody ever read them. No wounder I needed to dust them. I bet they didn't read them because they didn't care. I grad the feather duster and brush of the book that says district 8. I flip through its smooth pages. Each one brings a different memory of home.
"Stop reading and get to work already!" The wife screams. I never bothered to learn their names. I could never use them for anything. I shove the book between 7 and 9. I dust each one off. I have the curiosity to open another book. I've never seen much of what the other districts look like. Only the district square when I watched the reaping.
"By the way Avox. We are hosting a Happy Hunger Games party tonight. Be sure the house in in top shape." Seems she didn't learn my name either.
What now? I look at my hand once more. I have to clean each kids room Its crazy back in district 8 me and my sister shared a room. Each of these 7 spoiled brats gets a queen sized bed all to themselves!
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A few hours later...
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I pin the welcome sign up on the beautiful white door. All done, now for the hard part. The people living here are nice, as far as capitol people go. Now I have to deal with everybody else. I heard this one is so big she got a new Avox. I don't really believe that because most of us are serving the tributes. I got lucky this year.
The doorbell rings. "Ooo our fist guests! Kids go to bed! Even you Kile." The oldest boy huffs off to bed. I hold my breath and open the door. Happy hunger games and may the odds be never in your favor.
