Meeting Nathan. OPEN (:
Mar 6, 2010 20:17:00 GMT -5
Post by -xXInverted FlyingJennyXx- on Mar 6, 2010 20:17:00 GMT -5
Nathan
I tear open my box of 'souvenirs' from my life in District 11. Right on top is the last scarf my elderly neighbor had knitted for me in her spare time. Underneath are a few of my sweaters for the harsh winter of the agricultural district. From what I see of District 4, with the coast and all, I won't be needing these often. Better to keep them still, though. Continentality doesn't necessarily mean the coast is completely extreme-temperature-free. I arrange my few belongings on my quarter of the little shelf in our new house. My little sisters, Vanessa and Leila, are chattering like always as they unpack their belongings. Not like there's much to unpack. Enna, my older sister, hasn't begun to unpack yet. She says she's waiting for us to finish. I fold my two sweaters and place them in the closet I share with Papa and hang up my nice shirt and pants.
Then, I stand and stretch. "Tell Ma I'm going out to look around," I tell Leila. I grab my lightest jacket and put it on as I walk out the door.
The sky is light gray and I can see my breath in the air. Scanning the horizon in all directions, I make a quick decision to visit first the District Square and then the docks. I begin school and work tomorrow. Wonder what I'll have to do. I hope I don't have to fish. Although I'm a fast learner, there are many things that could happen to a person who doesn't know how to swim or fish or handle a boat. I walk across the nearly empty District Square and reach the docks. I sit down by the water and dip my fingers in the icy sea.
Suddenly, I raise my head--I hear footsteps behind me.
OCC: I guess that's where you jump in. :]
I tear open my box of 'souvenirs' from my life in District 11. Right on top is the last scarf my elderly neighbor had knitted for me in her spare time. Underneath are a few of my sweaters for the harsh winter of the agricultural district. From what I see of District 4, with the coast and all, I won't be needing these often. Better to keep them still, though. Continentality doesn't necessarily mean the coast is completely extreme-temperature-free. I arrange my few belongings on my quarter of the little shelf in our new house. My little sisters, Vanessa and Leila, are chattering like always as they unpack their belongings. Not like there's much to unpack. Enna, my older sister, hasn't begun to unpack yet. She says she's waiting for us to finish. I fold my two sweaters and place them in the closet I share with Papa and hang up my nice shirt and pants.
Then, I stand and stretch. "Tell Ma I'm going out to look around," I tell Leila. I grab my lightest jacket and put it on as I walk out the door.
The sky is light gray and I can see my breath in the air. Scanning the horizon in all directions, I make a quick decision to visit first the District Square and then the docks. I begin school and work tomorrow. Wonder what I'll have to do. I hope I don't have to fish. Although I'm a fast learner, there are many things that could happen to a person who doesn't know how to swim or fish or handle a boat. I walk across the nearly empty District Square and reach the docks. I sit down by the water and dip my fingers in the icy sea.
Suddenly, I raise my head--I hear footsteps behind me.
OCC: I guess that's where you jump in. :]
