Something Different (OPEN)
Jan 30, 2010 23:51:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2010 23:51:06 GMT -5
Violet
Thursday.
The same old day as Wednesday.
And Tuesday.
And Monday.
Walk to school, walk home from school, stay up all night doing homework, do some chores, listen to my parents yell a few times, then go to bed. There's nothing adventurous about that. I slip my hands into my pockets, letting my bag slip a little off my shoulder. I push open the doors to the outside of the school. At least next year's my last one. At least I'll be free from these large doors, but I will never be free from my parents. They will make sure of that. I start walking home, passing the dull stores and shops that aline the few streets. I pass the university, the place my parents really want me to go to study math. I look away. I don't need to be reminded of them. As I arrive at the end of the street, my feet change their direction. Instead of turning left, they turn right, onto a very quiet street. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I'm just letting my instincts show me the way. I thirst something different, something adventurous, even if it is just walking down a different street. Soon, I get to the end of the street and I turn again, onto a road I had never seen before. I take my hands out of my pockets. I slowly tread down the sidewalk and then find myself in a meadow. I can't believe I had never even been on this side of District 10 before! It sit down in the grass and let my bag drop to the ground, off my shoulders. My strict careful parents have probably already called the police. I roll my eyes and lay on my back, letting the strands of grass tower over me. Suddenly, through the all of the peaceful silence, I hear a scream in the distance, but not too far away. Before I know it, I am up on my feet.
Thursday.
The same old day as Wednesday.
And Tuesday.
And Monday.
Walk to school, walk home from school, stay up all night doing homework, do some chores, listen to my parents yell a few times, then go to bed. There's nothing adventurous about that. I slip my hands into my pockets, letting my bag slip a little off my shoulder. I push open the doors to the outside of the school. At least next year's my last one. At least I'll be free from these large doors, but I will never be free from my parents. They will make sure of that. I start walking home, passing the dull stores and shops that aline the few streets. I pass the university, the place my parents really want me to go to study math. I look away. I don't need to be reminded of them. As I arrive at the end of the street, my feet change their direction. Instead of turning left, they turn right, onto a very quiet street. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I'm just letting my instincts show me the way. I thirst something different, something adventurous, even if it is just walking down a different street. Soon, I get to the end of the street and I turn again, onto a road I had never seen before. I take my hands out of my pockets. I slowly tread down the sidewalk and then find myself in a meadow. I can't believe I had never even been on this side of District 10 before! It sit down in the grass and let my bag drop to the ground, off my shoulders. My strict careful parents have probably already called the police. I roll my eyes and lay on my back, letting the strands of grass tower over me. Suddenly, through the all of the peaceful silence, I hear a scream in the distance, but not too far away. Before I know it, I am up on my feet.
