Back to Reality (closed)
Aug 6, 2013 7:45:41 GMT -5
Post by killz4food on Aug 6, 2013 7:45:41 GMT -5
When I was younger my father would always tell me that things would get better. That all I had to do was have faith in the people and hope in a higher power, and things would get better. He said he could feel a revolution brewing, that my generation would be the one to start a spark, to find a way to break this wretched world. But then again, he was put down for poaching. In front of my generation. We were scared straight.
But I guess it's not a bad thing to want to hope. I try to hope. Hope that one day I will have the courage to do what he prophesied. That my generation may just throw up in arms and fight against the Capitol. To rebel.
The word just sounds sweet in my mind. Rebel.
My mother has a document, a thick book really. On the battered cover the words "U.S. American History" are distinguishable. We're not supposed to have it. It's supposedly propaganda or something of the like. I think it's history. Like it says on the book. Why Panam doesn't want us to know about it, well I have a good idea. There's one section in the book. It's called the American Revolution. Supposedly America (before it was renamed Panam) rose against their British controllers and took their freedom through war.
It all sounds really nice. But it's back to reality for me. I look to my left, then my right, and make a run for it. I dash through the City Square, officials yelling at me to slow down. I just want to run. Run all my problems away. And so I do. I finally make it to my destination. A small hill that over looks some of District 12. Not much of it, but it's enough. I collapse down.
"Rebel..." I whisper into the air.
But I guess it's not a bad thing to want to hope. I try to hope. Hope that one day I will have the courage to do what he prophesied. That my generation may just throw up in arms and fight against the Capitol. To rebel.
The word just sounds sweet in my mind. Rebel.
My mother has a document, a thick book really. On the battered cover the words "U.S. American History" are distinguishable. We're not supposed to have it. It's supposedly propaganda or something of the like. I think it's history. Like it says on the book. Why Panam doesn't want us to know about it, well I have a good idea. There's one section in the book. It's called the American Revolution. Supposedly America (before it was renamed Panam) rose against their British controllers and took their freedom through war.
It all sounds really nice. But it's back to reality for me. I look to my left, then my right, and make a run for it. I dash through the City Square, officials yelling at me to slow down. I just want to run. Run all my problems away. And so I do. I finally make it to my destination. A small hill that over looks some of District 12. Not much of it, but it's enough. I collapse down.
"Rebel..." I whisper into the air.
Wesley Ellis
[/color][/size][/b][/i]of District 12
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