The Working Day (Anatra)

Some saw the sun
Some saw the smoke
Some heard the gun
Some bend the bow

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It was a typical day in District Twelve. The clouds were being cloudy and the sun was reluctant at being sunny. The sun managed to creep into the wooden house though. It wasn't a seam house, it was quite a thick log house, but still quite cold. You would need a good thick blanket to have a decent night. The sun lay on Aster's face, heating it - telling him to wake. He was reluctant too, work wasn't something he would look forward to.

But wait. It's not a work day.

Now that got him up. He stretched off his sleepiness and got himself presentable for the day. His dad, who he heard coughing, wheezing, was in the living area. It consisted of an ironic coal fire in among a stone part of the house. To think that he built the place by hand. Aster walked into the space. "Oh... Aster, could you fetch me the water from the side?" His slow voice whined. "Sure thing, Dad." Quickly, as not to cause any fuss whatsoever, he got the water. It was just in a little jug. Things like this, the small things, really help he thinks. The smallest things in the world, from how a tree looks everyday when you look out the window to going on the same walk to school, or in his case the market. He always has to go to the market every so often to fetch supplies. It is just him and his Dad in the house, and it can be a bit lonely. He was wearing his black t-shirt and black combat trousers, his brown hair making it seem a little less morbid than it sounds. Though as he goes to the door he swipes his dark leaf-green jacket from the hook and puts it where it has to go to avoid the cold. Snow was covering most of the land and the sound of it wasn't at all pleasant. Here in District Twelve, the sight of snow isn't a good one. Each step reminds Aster of who could be suffering the most out there in the open.

He disregards his thoughts, and keeps walking into the market. He browses most of the time, doesn't really go for what he definitely needs unless it is important. Not straight away at least. One market stall has a wide range of pins and buttons. One of them is a little leaf - he likes it, but it isn't something that's ultimately sentimental. Hmm... He moves onto the next stall. He notices the stall is quite common here but he rarely goes to it. Maybe now is a good time - but then he notices he is being looked at, the cheery girl behind the stall. The first thing he notices is her hair. He likes the colour. It contrasts the snow, and makes it look more cheerful than the rest of the District usually is. He smiles at her, as anybody would to a store-keeper. "Good morning." He says with some slight enthusiasm. He then looks to the stall to see what is being sold.

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Sometimes the wire
Must tense for the note
Caught in the fire
Say oh
We're about to explode