Sometimes I Like To Be Alone [Tristan]
Sept 2, 2013 23:56:22 GMT -5
Post by Moe Marissa Murp on Sept 2, 2013 23:56:22 GMT -5
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Sometimes I don't know how I'm related to these people. My father is yelling at me again, telling me I should help my mother clean instead of sitting on the couch and reading a book. He tells me all the time that I'm foolish for wasting my time reading and writing. He claims that a good workout will do more good for you. I don't agree though, workouts just make me tired and hot. He expects me to train for the Games but what are the chances of me going in? Hell, my dad even expects me to want to go into the games!
He's just upset because it was his dream to win the games. I'm pale, scrawny, and wimpy though. I'll never win the games and I don't want to even try. So instead I barricade myself in my room with a good book or some paper and a pen. It's far more fun and better for my brain anyways. I'll go swimming later anyways, it's fine. After awhile Scamp climbs over to where I lay on my bed. He rests on my shoulder while I lay on my stomach, my untidy scrawl filling the paper. He starts to nibble at my ear but I ignore him. I'm going to chop some wood for him to chew on later.
"Stop Scamp," I brush his nose away gently but he just comes right back to nibble my ear lobe again. I sigh, more thn slightly annoyed, and flip the page in my book. I gasp loudly when I find that Scamp has gnawed off a good part of the page."SCAMP!" The tiny creature jumps when I yell but I can't be mad at him for long. Not with the way he twitches his nose and his whiskers. He' my only friend. I am mad though, this is the first book I ever found. I only found four pages and Scamp had to go and eat half of the third page!
I pick him up and cradle him in my arms, I place him on my bed and then head outside of my small home. There are people everywhere, as always. The water is full of people fishing and swimming, I don't want to join them. That would mean I would have to socialize. Instead I head down the street, trying not to bump into people. I hear my mother yell my name but I pretend I didn't. Sometimes I just like to be alone.
My feet lead me to a lonely strand of the beach, right near the large electric fence. Most people don't come out here because its no good for fishing but I spend a lot of my time out here. There's a little cave like area. You climb down some rocks and when there's a low tide you can hide out in there. I like to search for shells down here, then I put them on my windowsill at home.
I begin to rake my fingers through the wet sand, already finding a few small ones. I don't know how much time I spend there, just sitting and thinking. Eventually though I fall asleep, when I wake up the water has risen to my chest. I'm a strong swimmer, like everyone in district four, so I swim out from the cave and climb ashore. My clothes are sopping wet now and I sigh, flopping onto the sand. I'll be covered with the tiny grains when I stand up but I really don't care. There's no reason to bother looking presentable, no one comes out to this stretch of the beach anyways. I lay on my back, my eyes trained on he clouds overhead as they pass over me. I try to make out shapes in them like when I was little. I spot Scamp, a mother and baby, a train, a fish, and many random shapes. Lucky for me the sun is out so I'll dry faster.
Main Speech
Song: Paradise | Word Count: 656
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh
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