Hanging out
Mar 14, 2009 18:02:49 GMT -5
Post by Kebi Miller. on Mar 14, 2009 18:02:49 GMT -5
I woke up to my sister's voice in my ear. “Kebi,” she says. “Look at this berry, its dark red, and the juice inside is even darker, can you eat it?” I tried to ignore her, I mean really it’s like seven in the morning and this is how she comes to wake me. Not “good morning Kebi” or “it’s time to get up,” nope, she instead starts the day be quizzing me on toxic berries. “Its toxic Mallory” I murmur, while burying my head in my pillow.
I know I have to wake up sometime, so it might aswell be now seen as though Mallory had already woken me, it would be impossible to get back asleep now. I groan and climb out of bed. I hesitate before making my way into the bathroom, knowing that I would be beyond the fence today. I make my way back into my room and thow on a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans.
Crouching at the top of the stairs, hidden from view, I listen as my Aunt Clara and my sister Mallory argue. This is all that they seem to do as of late. Argue, argue, argue. Mallory had always been a happy girl but coming to live with our Aunt in district 11 after our Mom sent us packing here had certainley taken affected her. I have to get outta here. I grab my black hoddie and sneak out the back door, hearing the arguing dissapear behind me.
I crawled under the fence and left reality behind me, this was where I could be myself. The birds, nested in the trees are twittering away in a happy melody. For a second, I forget everything and then I hear a pair of footsteps behind me.
I know I have to wake up sometime, so it might aswell be now seen as though Mallory had already woken me, it would be impossible to get back asleep now. I groan and climb out of bed. I hesitate before making my way into the bathroom, knowing that I would be beyond the fence today. I make my way back into my room and thow on a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans.
Crouching at the top of the stairs, hidden from view, I listen as my Aunt Clara and my sister Mallory argue. This is all that they seem to do as of late. Argue, argue, argue. Mallory had always been a happy girl but coming to live with our Aunt in district 11 after our Mom sent us packing here had certainley taken affected her. I have to get outta here. I grab my black hoddie and sneak out the back door, hearing the arguing dissapear behind me.
I crawled under the fence and left reality behind me, this was where I could be myself. The birds, nested in the trees are twittering away in a happy melody. For a second, I forget everything and then I hear a pair of footsteps behind me.
