Aubrey mentiras D11 {done}

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Age: 14
District: 11

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Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start

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A ring of fire surrounds her round face. It shines brighter than a flame, wild and untamed. The girl moves a small delicate hand to pull the lively flames away from her face and into one large burst of red that flowed down her back- to the bottom of her ribcage. Gently she pulls the red flowing fire over her shoulder, her fingers running smoothly through the depths of the flame. A small smile plays at the edge of her thin lips and her green eyes admire the brightness of her hair.

Her eyes- as green as leaves in the middle of spring- are alight with something that takes you a moment to interpret: joy, mischief, admiration and cheekiness. You have known this girl long enough to know what type of thoughts would be running though her mind at this moment. When she looked down at her bright locks of hair she wasn’t thinking about the hair, but about life- about her life. Her hand drops to her side and she pulls her green gaze away from her hair and into the depth of the town that surrounded her. She was so small- sitting cross legged on the old wooden planks of the abandoned house. Her pale skin almost seemed to glow in the dull light, making her look almost like an angle walking out of a holy ring of fire.

They tell me I'm too young to understand

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They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me

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Birds. They are the first things that come to my mind when I look at this girl. Birds are small, nimble and ever so quick. But they are also curious, they are sticky beaks and they are definitely not trust worthy. If you want to tell a secret- one that will be sealed away from the ears of others, one that will come at no cost... well then I suggest that you avoid little Aubrey here. She may seem all innocent and trustworthy now, but when you get to know this girl a little more you will begin to understand the way her mind ticks, and trust me there is nothing innocent about it.

This girl does nothing, nothing unless there is something in it for her. She is a blackmailer, and she loves to see people struggle to keep up their side of the bargain. But she never used to be like this. She used to be that child that everyone wanted. That child who was polite, who had a smile that looked like an angles. Now, now it was slightly twisted and cold. She was not longer that angel; she was almost a devil like creature, enjoying the discomfort of others.

She used to be that girl who would do anything to get her mother’s approval. She would do everything her mother wanted. Her mother usually wanted information. Information about the citizens of District 11. She wanted to know the twisted things, things that she could report, things that would earn her money. And the girl got her those things, being the perfect little daughter, doing everything that her mother wanted. But that was until she ran into a group of people that caught her attention, a group of people that she wanted to know more about- but this will be further revealed later, right now let’s concentrate on her personality.

That girl who used to be cheery, who used to be happy was now gone replaced with a girl who was dark, who was evil and a girl who would go to any length to get what she wanted. If she wanted information that you had she would do almost anything to get it- as long as her side of the bargain was held together. She was no longer that innocent child who knew nothing but to follow her mother’s word. She was a girl who got what she wanted when she wanted. She still gave her mother the information that she needed, but it was just found from a different source.

So wake me up when it's all over

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When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost
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As I was saying before, she never used to be the devil which grows within her. Her mother used to send her out every day to eavesdrop on the people of her district. And every day Aubrey would come home with information that would make her mother proud. At first Aubrey had no idea why her mother had wanted this information- maybe it was just for some sort of hobby she had thought. But one day the girl had followed her mother, using all her skill of stealth and agility to remain unseen as her mother made her way through the empty streets if the district. The moon had shone brightly in the sky above us and no sound apart from the woman’s tap of feet on the cement could be heard.

Just when Aubrey thought that I was useless, her mother came to a halt outside one of the more prestige houses of the district. A man stepped out- but not just any man: a peacekeeper- and a smile spread on his lips as he leaned down and plated a kiss on my mother’s lips, before pulling her inside the house in a rush, hoping that no one saw them. The girl froze, unable to take in the scene in front of her. Her mother had just been whisked away by a peacekeeper- but she hadn’t looked scared, or surprised…her eyes had shone with something else, something that Aubrey had a hard time believing. Love.

From that moment Aubrey realised why her mother needed that information, but she also realised why her mother had never told her who her about this man… because this man was her uncle, and the love that had shone inn her mother’s eyes was the same type of love that shone in her eyes when she looked at her brother.

From that day she had never looked at her mother the same way, she didn’t see the woman who she had been so desoerate to approve. She saw a woman who had lied to her children, who had used them for her own good. The girl had wandered home that might, not sure what to think. As soon as she got home she went straight to her brothers room, where she sat on the edge of his bed debating whether or not to wake him up and tell him the news. Why hadn’t her mother told her that her uncle was a peacekeeper? Why hadn’t she told the girl that the information she was collecting was getting people thrown into jail, or whipped or much worse. Aubrey, who had thought she wasn’t hurting anyone, realised then that she was hurting people to a standard which made her heart break.

But then she came along this group of people, this group who fascinated her, this group that seemed to be calling out to her. One day she decided to talk to them, to get to know them, get to know everything about them, Her first thought was to go to her mother with this news, this news of these drug addicts and thefts. But then she remember how her mother had neglected to tell her what this information would be used for and Aubrey pushed the thoughts of her mother to the back of her mind, For once, for once she would keep this information to herself, and for once she will not be that daughter who crawls back to her mother with information that would then be used to lock people away.

Every day from then on the girl visited these people, and slowly she became one of them. She began to smoke the joints, and all the other types of drugs that the others smoke, she began to do things that she never would have dreamed of, she began to take on a whole new path in life.

But then her brother found out. Instantly she stared to call out for mother, but Aubrey was there, her hand snaking to catch the boys lips making him fall silent. “You breathe a word of this to mother and I will tell her all about your little habit of stealing. You know how disappointed she will be? when she finds out that her perfect little son isn’t all that perfect? You keep your mouth shut, and I’ll keep mine shut.” I had breathed into his ear before letting him go. He had stared at me with wide eyes before nodding and walking away.

And that’s how my life went. I kept my mouth shut about my little brother, and he kept his trap closed. I gave mother information about citizens, ones I didn’t really like, and she was pleased. And I kept visiting the people who had turned my life around, the people who supported me, the people who had become my second family.



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