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Squirrel
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because this is my soul [open] Feb 17, 2013 16:06:43 GMT -5

Post by Squirrel on Feb 17, 2013 16:06:43 GMT -5

Timbra Lannett

Time and time again I've heard
Love's the most dangerous word

I leap up from my seat as the final bell rings. I want to run - to run now! My legs are stiff from sitting for so many hours, and I want so badly to loosen them with my long strides. But no. Not in school. Here I must walk with small, torturous steps. Feet calm, head cool, or I'll surely start to jog. Slowslowslowslowslow - see the door - slow - almost there - three more steps - two - one - it's like the gong in the Games has gone off, and I'm running.

No, not running. Flying. I touch down, pushing off the ground with my coiled spring of an ankle, and soar forward to touch again. I'm sprinting, going full-out because my house isn't far from the school and I know I can make it there at this pace without flagging. Wind is rushing past my face and I'm not laughing, because this goes beyond laughter. This is me. This is the essence of Timbra Lannett. And I feel it, know it, every time I can, but however many times I run it is always flying, and I can always touch it in my soul.

And then I'm entering my street and my winged feet are slowing. I can feel the earth beneath my toes now as I land and push forward, not at a sprint now but a jog. My stride shortens and I'm slowing - trotting - walking, looking regretfully at the door of my home.

I don't want to stop running. I'm home, but I don't want to be. I don't want to pull open that crooked door and step through, being careful to push it completely shut because it swings open otherwise. I don't even want to tug weeds from the earth of the quiet herb garden my mother keeps, though that's one of my favorite places usually. I want to run, and run, and run until I am so exhausted I can't stay upright. I stand, hesitating, in front of the small house where I'm surely expected by now.

But all I know comes to this
Love's the only word there is.

Song: The Only Word by Kat Eggleston

Last Edit: Feb 17, 2013 16:07:21 GMT -5 by Squirrel

Samantha (Sam) Harvey
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because this is my soul [open] Mar 18, 2013 20:27:10 GMT -5

Post by Samantha (Sam) Harvey on Mar 18, 2013 20:27:10 GMT -5

I make a drumming noise, as I tap my fingers upon my wooden desk. Three, Two, One. The bell rings resonating in my ears. Everybody goes to stand up and run home, but I remain seated awaiting for the last person to leave the class. As the person rounds the corner out the door, I begin to make my rise. My feet take me to the door. I honestly did not know what the rush was to leave school, it's not like anything fun came after this long and tiring day. All I came home to do was to be sent to the wood's to chop down tree's after an hour at home.

Finally I found myself out of the school, cool air hitting my face. The familiar air. The all so normal smell of wood. Wood chips drifted around some landing in my curly mess of an excuse for hair. Most people complimented on my hair I found it to be the most non-charming thing about me. The whole scenario around me was too much like everyday, I wanted life to be different not the same thing over and over again. But I guess you never get what you want. Quietly I skip down the empty gravel roads, dust flies up beside me making me feel dirty. This whole waste-land of a home was dusty and full of things that could make you sick. I would get sick about 3 times a month, that would be, 36 times a year.

I sighed remembering for supper I would be eating some sort of plain soup. Mom knew I hated hot things. Especially soup. Deciding it was a good idea not too enter the house I find myself sitting on the front step of it. Beside me another girl stood. I smile my cheekbones now showing. My eyes gleamed playfully. Dark brown boring into the girl.

"Are you going to go in or what?" I sneer. I cock my head to the side and begin to think of something to say instantly coming up with the usual starter phrase.

"I'm Sam Harvey, but I bet you knew that." I say in a cocky low voice. I flick my hair of my shoulder and then look at the girl, my neighbor. I had seen her before at school. Her name was Timbra. I bet getting to this girl would be as easy as pie.

(Gah, sorry I have limited time at the moment, I promise longer post next time)

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because this is my soul [open] Apr 7, 2013 23:07:05 GMT -5

Post by Squirrel on Apr 7, 2013 23:07:05 GMT -5

Timbra Lannett

Time and time again I've heard
Love's the most dangerous word

['S all right, mine's not too good either.]

I jump a little, then instantly regret the small gesture giving away my surprise. Every nerve in my overly perceptive body is screaming threat, and I wish now I'd gone in at once. Never mind about my running, never mind how horribly not-tired I am, this... Sam is dangerous.

Oh, I know she's not going to pull an axe on me - though with the abundance of the tool in District Seven, that's not altogether impossible. But in this scenario, at least, I can recognize its unlikelihood. No, the frightening thing about the brown-eyed girl now waiting for my response is her cockiness, her assurance where I have only nervous, fluttery motions and averted eyes.

I can't make conversation. What's more, I hate trying, and that scares me simply because I'm afraid I might lose it and scream. At myself or at the innocent - or not so innocent - person attempting to talk to me. It doesn't really matter, but my temper is a dangerous weapon and it's one I never learned how to use. I can usually keep it safely under lock and key, but once it gets out there's no stopping it. Humiliation and shame, once I get over my tantrum, are the main results.

So Sam Harvey scares me. She scares me a lot.

I try to laugh at myself, internally of course, for being so afraid. It'll probably be fine. Just an exchange of small talk, and then we'll both go about our business. Nothing too much for me to handle. I don't believe it, but if I can lie convincingly enough to myself maybe it all will be fine.

See, I don't believe that either. I really need to work on my ability to deceive.

And then I realize that the other girl is still watching me, still waiting for my response. I sigh a little; probably it's only been a few moments since her greeting, but it feels like much longer, and there's really no way for me to tell how long I've been woolgathering.

Trying to salvage any scraps of confidence still remaining from my sprint, I nod. It's a shaky movement. "I didn't know, actually," I say, willing my voice to sound calmer than I feel. "Um, I'm Timbra. And no -" here I feel myself steady. Irritation, while it all too easily blossoms into anger, can be a powerful agent of courage. "No, I'm not going to go in. Not right away, anyway. Too nice a day." I flatter myself that my remark was at least a little funny, and allow myself a brief glance up at the determinedly cloudy sky before returning my gaze to Sam's.

But all I know comes to this
Love's the only word there is.

Song: The Only Word by Kat Eggleston