only at a glance // kay & sunny
Sept 26, 2013 7:18:15 GMT -5
Post by semper on Sept 26, 2013 7:18:15 GMT -5
[/font][/center]Sewanee Clark
This stain on the exterior of the house won’t come off.
I don’t know what caused it but all I’m certain about is that it’s certainly giving me a run for my money. Soap hasn’t worked and so now I’m trying a mixture of different chemicals I found under the kitchen sink, and honestly I’m not so sure I should be touching the liquid with my bare hands. I dip the old holey rag in the bucket anyway and once again try to viciously scrub off the mark but again to no avail. ”Oh for fuck’s sake.” Using both my hands I lean heavily onto the rag and scrape it across, not even finding it a shade lighter.
I’m about to let loose a few more choice words when Mr. Emberstatt’s deep voice cuts through and stops me. ”Mr. Clark, come with me for a walk.” For a moment I think he’s about to scold me for something, but when I look at him he appears more… reluctant, I guess, about something. He turns around and starts to head off; I take that as my cue to follow, so I put the rag back in the bucket, dry my hands on my shirt, and jog after him.
He doesn’t say a word the entire way and I don’t either. There’s not really much to say and I’d feel very childish for asking where we were going, so I continue to keep my mouth shut even as we enter the district square. It’s bustling with activity but no one seems happy – it’s only then that I realize what’s going on. The games have been over so this is the victory tour. District One’s oh-so mighty winner is here, somewhere, instead of one of our own tributes. I can’t imagine how Mr. Emberstatt feels right now. There’s two families in this crowd right now who would give anything to see their child up on the stage instead of this One girl and I know they partially blame Mr. Emberstatt for it. It’s a shame, really, because he can only do so much and the tribute has to pull his or her own weight in order for things to work. I don’t know how hard our tributes tried to survive because I didn’t watch it very much, all I know is that we didn’t win.
I trail behind him, gazing at the banners and the videos they have playing up on the large screen off to the side. It was a very gruesome games, no doubt about that: nearly everyone lost a limb and everyone was burned to some degree. As I watch the crowd I notice that no one is watching the screen so I turn my attention away from it too, keeping my focus on following Mr. Emberstatt and not losing track of him in the mass of people.
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