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Apr 12, 2014 1:26:02 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Apr 12, 2014 1:26:02 GMT -5
She was definitely one of the most self-dependent people in her grade, possibly in the whole of District Eight. What had started as a small need to over compensate for her naturally light hair had blossomed Gemma into a very mature young lady. She was involved in any club available to her, (the more credits she had, the better her chances of getting the hell out of that place for good,) and she did what she could to make money, from babysitting jobs, to cleaning some of the wealthier residents of the district's homes, to washing the dishes and folding the laundry in her own home. It wasn't much, but she felt as if it were the world because she earned every penny that fell her way.
Perhaps her biggest problem, however, was that she pushed herself too hard. There were limits within everyone, and unfortunately, she didn't know her own. Once when she was eleven she tried to sneak into a Teacher's Conference to get a head start on her teacher's lesson plans. She tried stitching her cousin's wound when she was thirteen, but that was mostly to avoid a lecture from both of their parents when they found out she was the reason he needed medical attention in the first place. Gemma never learned how to quit, and countless times she found herself wishing she had, but already tied into a situation she couldn't just wriggle her way free of because she didn't.
She should have given up.
There was no way in hell she was going to finish all of her homework, as well as fulfill her duties as president of the show choir and vice president of the student body. It was early Saturday morning, and she had already spent the entirety of Friday evening and night on homework, and had only barely made a dent by three in the morning. She woke herself early to get a fresh start, however, with the twins running through the halls and down the stairs, constantly opening her door and asking for cookies, or juice, or tattling on the other, she realized getting work done until her parents were up wasn't possible. She made them think she was playing a game with them- told them t try and scare her parents awake and then hide. Then, while they were occupied with that, she disappeared from the home, standing on the outside of the front door until she heard a pair of loud, childish shrieks from her brothers, and startled moans from her parents, then taking off for her favorite coffee shop.
The smells were incredible and made her mouth water. Baked goods always decorated wooden shelves, and coffee was constantly dripping in pots behind the counter, served hot and fresh. Besides that, not many people came through, which made it a perfectly quiet place for her to relax and just get some work done.
Or so she thought, until about ten minutes into her study session, when a man of about sixty collapsed only a few feet from her, his hands clutching his throat as he struggled to breathe. "He's choking!" She heard someone say, as if the man's face- now dyed different shades of red and a few of purple- didn't give it away. She searched her brain, thinking as hard as she could. She had read about this once!
She dropped to her knees, her hands not quite as sure of hat to do as her mind, and even her mind was a bit fuzzy. She looked around at the people, all of them standing around looking just as hopeless as she felt. "Okay, um, sir? i'm going to try and pick you up." She didn't know why she was talking to him. What, was he gonna reply to her? She lifted his torso and wrapped her hands around him, then proceeded to push her fist into his gut. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. Each time she pulled a little harder, but the man just continued to cough for life.
She didn't know what to do.
"Uh... Uh..." She wanted to remain calm but her eyes betrayed her. "Can anyone- I need help! Someone? Please?" The words tasted like vinegar and salt coming out, but they were true. She needed help, or this man was going to die.
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