A Day At Work {Open}

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A Day At Work {Open} Apr 8, 2014 12:08:44 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Apr 8, 2014 12:08:44 GMT -5

A small young girl walked down a long aisle in the corn fields carrying a long wooden hoe at her side. Her thin black hair was pulled up tightly in a bun and her face was frosted in sweat caused by the burning heat of the basking Sun. She wore a pair of jeans and a short sleeve red shirt which were both filthy and torn quite badly. She kept on walking down the aisle until she finally came to a stop where no one was harvesting corn and she began harvesting away with her wooden hoe. She did not speak to anyone else working but instead worked quickly and diligently as if she didn't want to be there.

Eventually the mockingbirds began singing and a loud bell rang out which finally signaled it was time for a ten minute break. The young girl gathered all the corn she had harvested in her arms and walked over to a large cart nearby where she gave it all to a peace keeper standing there. Exhausted she slumped down on the ground in the slight shade of the corn stalks in hope of cooling down slightly before starting up again.

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A Day At Work {Open} Jun 10, 2014 19:40:28 GMT -5

Post by arya on Jun 10, 2014 19:40:28 GMT -5

Rowan Leaf

District 11 - Male - Eighteen
I woke up that morning as I usually do, with the sun in my eyes and a smile playing on my lips. Such a wonderful day today, the sky was shining and the grass was green. Sounds like such a cliché doesn't it? Today was really wonderful though. It didn't take long before my little sister stormed into the room I was sleeping in, she fought her way up to my stomach. Laughing proudly, the little girl started pulling softly in my beard. "Rowan.. I think you're late for work". As she said it, I realized it. It was almost midday, I must have been hours late. I jumped out of the bed, pulling my sister up and carring her underneath my arm. "Why didn't you wake me earlier? Why aren't you in school?" I bursted out to her, in a angry but yet gentle voice. She just giggled, as she always did. I was close to losing it, to call her irresponsible, but before I opened my mouth I realized she was just a child. She was 6 years of age, myself I am 18 years old, and by now I am even her legal guardian. Her parent. Gosh, how could I be so careless?

"You got to run to school right now little lady" I told her, while messing her hair up with my hand. It didn't take very long before I was running down the district. A bubbling discomforting feeling burned in my stomach. I couldn't believe I was late again. When reaching the farm, I just grabbed my tools, discreetly, as if I hoping to get away with it. I was, but the odds weren't exactly in my favour.

I spotted a young girl, looking all too exhausted and torn out. Some sweat had already started gathering underneath my thick hair, even though it was only June by now the heath was almost unbearable. I never been a fan of heat, or Summer. On one way it's better though, the work is much at that season. Much work means a little bit more money, much would be to exaggerate. At least my questionable salary would be able to somewhat provide for me and my sister in the summers. I smiled politely at the young girl when I caught up with her. "You need any help? Your looking kind of pale"

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A Day At Work {Open} Jun 10, 2014 20:28:47 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Jun 10, 2014 20:28:47 GMT -5

C E L O S I A
N O R S W I T T LE

I A M T I R E D
A N D I D O N' T
W A N N A W A L K
A N Y M O R E.

THE SUN'S RAYS WERE OVERWHELMING as I sit in the shade beneath the corn stalks. My hands were already raw and shaking from the first round of harvesting, yet I knew another round would be starting soon. I am breathing incredibly loud and hard in attempt to capture as much oxygen as possible. Sweat rains down my enter body dripping into the dry and parched soil below me. This year's drought has been the worst I have ever seen in my fourteen years here in eleven. People are dying more than ever before and ever hugely successful farms are dying and withering away. Yet here I am sitting in the heat slaving away to make little to no money, but in this world you take what you can get. Many people try to steal things these days but not me, I want to try to stay pure so when I die I can die knowing I never caused a single soul harm.

My head begins to swirl as the heat begins to break through my leaf canopy. I dig through my small torn and weathered nap sack until a find a small brown can tine. The water inside is hardly there and awfully warm but when you are this thirsty you don't care. I take a reasonable slug gagging at its wretched taste but instantly sigh with relief. My lips are yet again moist but they are bound to shrivel again in a matter of minutes. As I listen to the sound of the corn stalks shifting in the wind I hear the sound of tools heading in my direction.

Once I find the source of the ruckus I look at the boy from head to toe. He is much older than me probably by at least three years and he also looks late. I feel bad for him knowing what happens to workers when they are late. Suddenly I tense up as his eyes set on me and he approaches me. My fingers grip my hoe tight in case he attacks me for some unknown reason like my father use to. However, he only looks to me and says I look pale then wonders if I needed any help. With a hoarse voice I reply to him, "Yesh sur, I'm fine as I needta be dat is. Even if I here wasnt not one persun would care anyhow."

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A Day At Work {Open} Jun 10, 2014 20:46:23 GMT -5

Post by arya on Jun 10, 2014 20:46:23 GMT -5

Rowan Leaf

District 11 - Male - Eighteen

My eyes slowly searched the area. Holy crap. There he was, an angry peacekeeper walking straight towards me. "Are you late boy?" He almost grinned at me, happily enjoying my own despair. "No sir. I was just out on the field" I dearly promised him, sounding as convincing as I possible could. His white costume made my goosebumps come forward, even though that costume was about the silliest thing I ever seen, I knew their power and that they weren't afraid to use it. "Who is this girl? Is she unfit for working?" The peacekeeper spoke once again, as if he was trying to bust either one of us. As long as he got to punish someone. "No, I was bothering her just for a second. She's a friend of my sister. I was just asking about there history assignment. I dearly apologize" I tried once again. Oh how I hated licking peacekeeper ass. He nodded confirming, before going off to discuss - probably my punishment - with his peacekeeper friend.

"Hey kid, shouldn't you be in school by the way?" She had to be much younger, maybe around 13-14 years old. She looked so weak and skinny somehow. I always felt a need to protect people, especially little girls. Probably much due to my love for my little sister. I wouldn't dare think where she would have been if I hadn't turned 18 before our fathers death. Maybe slaving out here on the farms, or even worse. The thought of the worse part made me sick to my stomach.

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