Second impressions don't matter (Paris)
Jul 18, 2013 14:08:39 GMT -5
Post by minie on Jul 18, 2013 14:08:39 GMT -5
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I don't care about secound impressions. I honestly don't know why the hell i'm going to meet with him again. He made a terrible impression the first time. he showed himself to be weak and vulnerable. I don't care if he had mums blood in him. There is no way one of my siblings are weak. Even that sister of mine in district one isn't weak, just lazy. He has no exception.
Was it even worth, that I got up today morning? Probably not. He was most likely going to tell me again that revenge isn't the best solution. Though in my eyes, there is no better solution. Here blood will be my my only price, for what she has put us through. There is no turning back now. I will only play by her own rules.
I quietly sneak out of bed, trying not to wake grandma up. If she knew I was going to the woods, she would have my head faster than any peacekeeper. Then again, my Daddy is a peacekeeper. He won't let any harm come to his little angel, right?
Steps and whispers hush through the hall. Is she awake? No, I don't think so or she would have came out and yelled at me for getting out of bed so early. I was out of the house now. I didn't have anything with me. I didn't need anything. For crying out loud I come from District 12, the poorest of 'em all!
Walking through the empty district felt odd. No one was casting their normal weird stares at me. No one was whispering and pointing at me talking about my miserable history. In some ways it felt great, in others it felt lonely.
The fence was also silent today. No humming sound came from it. I searched the ground with my brown eyes for a stone. I picked up a small, round, reddish stone and rubbed my fingers on it. This stone looked precious, and where we come from we learn not to waste. I stuff the stone in my pocket and pick up a lumpy, grey one. This one had no worth, so I threw it at the fence and the stone did not burn.
After my little stone test I take one more look behind me to make sure no one was coming. Though who would come this early. I slipped my self through the fence and headed of towards my long walk to my weak Halfbrother
Face Claim: Anna Kendrick
Table credits: Zoë
Lyrics: Misery buisness by Paramore
Second chances they don't matter
people never change
Once a whore your never more
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