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Wanting:./-/-/-/Elegant Mar 25, 2014 7:41:43 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 7:41:43 GMT -5

Willow Oak "You know what? Fuck life."	District 7
	Female
	Sixteen
	Charisma Carpenter

Willow sat high up on a tree branch which scraped against her soft skin. There was a soft clunk as a wad of snow fell off a branch near her. One thought flitted through her mind over and over and over again. She was thinking about how annoying her family is. How annoying everyone is. After getting slapped once more by her step father she was about to snap. Willow really was about to grab the nearest axe and embedded it into his skull. What did her mother do? She just sat there doing nothing. She's not good for anything. Willow thought. She really did hate her mother. Mom thinks everything is high and perfect for me. When dad died it hurt her, but it hurt me too. Willow shook her head and the branch shook.

Don't think sentimentaly! She scolded herself. Thinking sentimentaly shows your weak! She took a deep breath and climbed more. The only place she really felt at home was bye trees even though she hated them. They killed her father she would never forget, but trees held a certain part of her she could never let go. When Willow got to the top her Hazel eyes surveyed the surroundings. Unimpressed she started to climb down.

When Willow got a few feet above the ground she jumped to the ground. Willow brushed herself off and looked up. Someone was there. "Hello." She said with indifference.

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Wanting:./-/-/-/Elegant Mar 25, 2014 8:18:36 GMT -5

Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Mar 25, 2014 8:18:36 GMT -5

E P O N Y M O U S { A name meaning exactly what it is }

There is an impossibility etched into my skin, a momentum that insists on existing simply because I know it to be true. I can feathered wings aching and struggling against the back of my rib cage, screaming beneath the skin, aching to be realized. It is painful, like I have been chained to the earth. There is a sharp throbbing right at the forefront of my brain, my inventions aching to be realized and released into the sunlight so that they might try and take me high above the earth, back to my brethren. It's that or the goose situated on my chest, trying to peck me awake.

I sit up all at once, causing a flurry and snowstorm of feathers and squawks. Natalie screams in my ear, and I flail, moving the air around me in great arcs as if I am flapping my wings too. It must be a comical sight to see two birds of a feather so undignified but Natalie chooses to wake me up in the oddest of ways and I never get used to it. The tools of our trade are scattered around us on the bench top and my hand sends a spring flying across the room to bounce against a window pane. We're in a tizzy, my feathered friend and I, screeching and clawing at each other with webbed feet. "Sorry! Sorry! I'll get straight back to work," I tell her, trying to bat her bill away from my tail. I knwo she only wants what's best for me but sometimes she reminds me too much of my brother's boss. I am overworked and underpaid for my enormous effort.

I stare puzzled at the mess of construction on my work space for a good five minutes, hearing the seconds tick away in my skull as I study the canvas and bamboo system in front of me. Natalie settles on top of my head and starts to purr in a weird goose way which I'm pretty sure means she's happy. Suddenly, as if kicked out of my reverie, I stand, dislodging my goose, dislodging more screams of anger, and scoop the mess of invention up. Making my way to the door, I grab my flying cap, my goggles, and scoop my goose up under my other arm. It's a test day.

I make my way over to my favourite tree. It's got low hanging branches that are easy to reach and high ones that are good for leaping off of. However, when I get there, someone is already there. A girl, I know what they are because my sister is one, they have different things from boys, I can't remember what. I don't think it's very important. She's climbing down anyway after all, soon she will be gone. I hurry forward and then stop still in my tracks as she drops off a branch, unafraid, jumping into the air, legs and arms outstretched, bird like. It seems the ground waits a few precious seconds before it collects her, and I watch as she lands, as graceful as the honking, squawking goose beside me.

"You flew!" I breathe, as she offers me a hello, "How? How did you do that?"

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Wanting:./-/-/-/Elegant Mar 25, 2014 8:32:59 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 8:32:59 GMT -5

Willow Oak "You know what? Fuck life."	District 7
	Female
	Sixteen
	Charisma Carpenter

Willow felt a cold Winter air ruffle through her hair. She almost laughed but held it in and kept her face in as the boy said, "You flew. How did you do that?" Willow looked incredulously at the boy. She looked him up and down, surveying him. He looked to be about her age and not incredibly bad looking. OK so he's kind of cute. She admitted to herself. But he is incredibly dumb apparently. She looked up into his eyes. Her Hazel ones locking in.

"I didn't fly." She said on the verge of laughter, containing it and her expression, "It's called jumping." Don't show weak emotions. She thought to herself. Laughter means happy. Showing happiness is weakness. She took a deep breath and asked, "By the way. What were you doing right below a tree where it could fall?" She asked innocently thinking of her father.

Willow tried not to look at him to much. He's cute. a voice said in her mind. She gave herself a mental slap and continued to look at his eyes bravely.

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OOC: Sorry it is short I have to go do Homework.