just another brick in the wall ~ open
Jan 21, 2013 11:23:21 GMT -5
Post by jess on Jan 21, 2013 11:23:21 GMT -5
we don't need no education
we don't need no thought control
no dark sarcasm in the classroom
teacher leave them kids alone
we don't need no thought control
no dark sarcasm in the classroom
teacher leave them kids alone
It's quite tedious actually, that the reaping went by so fast. But my father is furious, and I think he won't forget it for a while. I am in my bedroom in disgrace. It is the evening after the reaping. By now the tributes, the Destin girl and that other boy, will be on the train speeding towards the Capitol. Suddenly the door-knob turns, and I brace myself, it's him, it's him. But no. It's Rose, here sneaking into my room. She holds a plate with a slice of the celebratory cake. "I didn't want you to miss out," she says, and I smile. "I wasn't hungry anyway. But I can't turn down such an offer. Thank you." I take the cake and pop a mouthful of it onto my tongue, balancing it there. Rose giggles. I used to do this as a little kid. "I have two more reapings. Two more, Rose. And if I'm reaped for one, I won't step down."
"Promise?" she asks, and her voice is so cute I nod. "I promise." This puts a smile on Rose's face, and she skips out of the room. I sigh and I lie back down on my bed, picking up the book again. My father should really be out fishing, but he's too cautious about me. I'm grounded, and if I dare step out of my room I'll truly be in for it. It seems harsh, grounding a child because she refuses to die. But that's what my father's like and this wouldn't be against the law. The capitol encourages tributes so it's quite hard to get the residents of the large city not to enjoy the annual event. I want Rose back, because I'm lonely. But she isn't back. She's already hopped down the stairs and returned to the party. I'm missing out, and I can hear the laughter from downstairs, and Rose's tingly, sunny laughter that echoes the whole house. She is the only reason I am staying here.
"Irene was gonna explain t'me what happens in the Hungry Games!" she calls out, and I smack myself on the head. I knew Rose would blurt this out all of a sudden, and I'd get the consequences. I don't realize she said 'Hungry Games' in my anger for myself, not telling her to blurt it out to my parents. But they are angry now. "Well, Irene's been a very naughty girl, Rose." Rose made a whiney sound that was pretty irritating and rung in my head like a bell. "But Daddy! I was looking forward t'listenin' about the Hungry Games! It sounds so exciting! Bee-lee me, me looking forward to when I'm sixteen! Then me can take part, right?" My mother sighs and my father makes a sound of appreciation.
I storm out of my room and downstairs. "She will never take part in their twisted games!" I shout, standing in front of my father. "I'd rather go in than let her go in, okay? I know I only have two reapings left, but if she's reaped, that's the only time I'll volunteer. The ONLY time, have I made myself clear?" Father stands up, doubling my size and I gulp. I forget how tall and towering he is when he stands straight. "Well, well Irene, you've dared come downstairs when I strictly forbid you? You must be feeling brave today. If only you'd got this bravery during the reaping, and volunteered like I'd asked." I glower at him, through all the strength it takes. I do not want him to do anything to Rose, or make her volunteer.
"I don't want to volunteer, okay?! I don't want to take part! Volunteering is practically killing yourself. I don't want to go in, even if I do win I will be scarred for life." I am stern in my words, and even Father realizes how serious I am, how much I dislike the games, how much hatred I hold for the creators of them.
"Well then, why have you stayed here? Why don't you go for a walk down to the beach to ease your mind and give you a little sense? Don't go bitching to your friends about your father, though. I work my ass off for you all, fishing and fixing nets, and you don't give me any gratitude. Well, you don't, Irene. Your mother and sweet little Rose do, and I think you need to learn to have manners and respect your elders." I scowl at him, but the speak of walks make my ears perk up. "Fine. I'm going on a walk. But I can't promise to be back by tomorrow morning." I'll camp out at the beach. I don't really care where I spend the night as long as it isn't here. I pack some stuff for the journey and night then I slip on my jacket. My mother is in tears after the argument, but I stand strong.
"Irene! Don't leave!" Rose cries, tears streaming from her bloodshot eyes. "I can't sleep without you. Please!" But I shake her arm off my leg and I say, "Rose, you're just another member of the family who agrees to what Father says. I am a rebel of the family, I do not want to play his game. I'm going off somewhere where I am wanted - the ocean welcomes me into its home, so that's where I will be going." Rose is crying and sobbing, wanting me to cuddle her, but instead I take twenty paces away from her and out the door. Leaving her sobs and her shrieks behind me.
Then I run down to the dock and the water is glistening. It's just about reaching nightfall, and nobody can see me. Cautiously, I take a step into the water, then I lie down. My light locks spread in the water and make circles around my face. Then I let myself float on the water, the refreshing water soaking my clothes and wetting my hair. I am soaked, but I do not care. Coldness overcomes me, but I shrug it off. I am strong. I will not play the game of survival on anyone's terms but my own. I will stay here, in the ocean, and everything will be okay...
hey teacher leave them kids alone
all in all you're just another brick in the wall
all in all you're just another brick in the wall
[/i][/right]all in all you're just another brick in the wall
all in all you're just another brick in the wall