Back to Reality (closed)

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"Well Ms. Hoss, I believe it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." I say in a mocking capitol accent as well, mocking her mocking tone. "And may I say you have lovely eyes."

I lay back down in the grass, allowing myself to finally let go of all this fear that I've let my self carry since this new girl, Lavander, has shown up. I rifle through my brain, trying to find something interesting to say, something that might catch her attention. Nothing that I can think of comes to mind though. So I decide to stick with the topic at hand.

"What did my father tell you about the American Revolution?"

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I nod, agreeing with her silently. "Did he tell you about George Washington? I ask curiously. Suddenly I want to talk about it all with this girl. I want to tell her about the French Indian war. About the Olive branch petition. About every thing that I have learned from these textbooks and documents. She might even know about the constitution! Oh that would be something.

I blush, for some reason. Maybe the thoughts in my head are exciting me. With good reason too! I mean, you can't just walk up to a Peacekeeper, or any one living in District 12 for that matter, and just say "Do you know about America? Yeah, before Panem." I would be executed like my father. But this girl. She knew my father. She knows some of the things I know, some of what he knew.

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Suddenly, I get this idea. It could be dangerous, but it could also be wonderful. I stand up and over her my hand. I'm going to take her home, show her the constitution. I doubt it's the real version. The people who brought us the document said that the original had been burned a long with thousands of other copies. They say this one came from a gift shop from somewhere in Smithsonian. Where ever that is, I'm not sure.

"Come on. I want to show you something." I smile, my eyes alive with life now.

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"Ya just gotta wait and see, huh?" He began to run down the hill, back down to his house, getting the same snide looks from the Peace keepers on the way. (Sorry it's short. In the middle of some house work)

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(alrighty. Talk to you then!)

He barged in through his front door, leading her through the living room. His mother wasn't home and his brother was asleep, so there was no one to confront them about why the were rushing through the house. He led her to the one locked door in the house and pulled a key out from under his shirt. He unlocked the door, opening it slowly.

"May I present to you, America."

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I run into the room, pulling her in with me, closing the door behind us.

"Right! It's beautiful!" Two shelves lined the wall, each one about five feet tall. A lone filing cabinet sat in a corner, a musky, old smell radiating from it. A desk sat in the middle of the room, a magnifying glass and desk lamp sitting on it, parchment paper with old, swirly writing on the paper. Calligraphy, the called it.

The wall paper was old, peeling at some spots, and dark brown at others.
The whole room smelt ancient and gave off a sort of...old feel. The vinegary smell of the paper in there didn't help any. I run over to filing cabinet, pulling a key out of my pocket and unlocking it, pulling the top drawer open. I begin rifling through some papers, muttering to myself. At last, triumphantly, I pull out an old scroll of parchment paper, held close by an elderly looking ribbon. I undo the ribbon, unfurling the paper, laying it out on the desk.

"May I introduce to you, the Declaration of Independance."

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He sighed.

"Inalienable rights.... You know what that means, don;t you? Rights that won't change, that cannot be taken away." I sigh then look at her, deeply gazing at her.

"These people had a future...They had hope. A government who seemed to..to care! There was no..Hunger Games. I mean for crying out loud there we're laws that were passed in something called the 20th century based upon child labor. People we're..." I sigh. there's no hope of a rebellion. There never was.

I look down at my feet, now placing my hands on the desk in front of me.

"People. People were people."