OOF! I'm sorry! [Caesar]
Sept 5, 2013 17:09:59 GMT -5
Post by Moe Marissa Murp on Sept 5, 2013 17:09:59 GMT -5
[th][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style, background-color: BA948B; border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 40px;][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,width: 500px;] So we've been told and some choose to believe it. I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me. My feet dance their way across the floor, barely making a sound. My eyes are closed shutting out the world, and a gorgeous piano song is playing throughout the room softly. It crackles a little, my record player is crap after all. I wish I could play piano like this, my feet have memorized the room. I barely have to think about each step I take, my thoughts instead remain on the imaginary person I'm dancing with. The sound of the front door opening causes me to jump. I quickly turn off the record player and go to find out who it is, although its probably just my mother.it is, she's balancing about five grocery bags in her arms. "Oh honey!" She beams when she catches sight of me and I smile back. "You know," she continues when i say nothing, "Opal still has a chance of winning this thing." As we unpack the bags I ramble on and on about Opal. I may be the only kid my age in District 1 who really doesn't want to go to the games. I'm not afraid of going either, I'm just... unsure. Speaking of which my mom expects me to train tonight. Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished on the morning star? Somebody thought of that and someone believed it. As soon as we finish with the groceries I peck her on the cheek and head towards my room. I make my way to my room, changing into a tie-dye shirt with brown combat boots. My mom looks up at me from the stove as I dash past, grabbing a bag and throwing it over my shoulder. "Bye Mom, I'm going to train." "Okay, have fun," she replies as she goes back to whatever she's cooking. I head outside and the cool breeze ruffles my dark hair. I sigh and look up at the setting sun, "Perfect weather," I mumble to myself. I walk at a leisurely pace, enjoying the wonderful weather. It doesn't take long to reach the warehouse. I step into the well lit, cavernous room. People all around the room turn to look at me, offering me smiles before they go back to their practice fighting. Look what it's done so far. What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing and what do we think we might see? I take the bag off my shoulder, digging out my knives. Soon I have them in hand and one by one I chuck them across the room, they stick neatly into the dummies. Eventually I've thrown them all, I spin around fast to pick up my bag that was laying behind me but I run right into someone. I try to move backwards, my eyes unable to focus, but I fall to the floor on my butt. Outfit: This| Song: The Rainbow Connection | Word Count: 420 |