a {new} chapter // ghosty
Apr 23, 2014 17:44:35 GMT -5
Post by lyss on Apr 23, 2014 17:44:35 GMT -5
Denim Barnes
Thirteen|District 6
Thirteen|District 6
Words are life my dear
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Denim was utterly floored with relief when the sweet sound of the dismissal bell rang out. School was coming to a close, and therefore her classes were getting stressful-even at her young age. She was struggling to keep up with all the information she had to cram into her skull for all the final tests in her classes. She spent too much of her time at home racing through the novels she had thieved with her blonde friend. She would stay up late at night, twisting her thin strands of her around her fingers as she flipped page after page until her head would slump against the scratchy pillowcase and her father would come turn out the lights.
"I'm worried about you, sweet girl," her father had said to her as she spooned oatmeal into her mouth the previous morning. "I always walk into your room near midnight to find you passed out with a book in your hands. Do you ever get enough sleep?"
"I get enough sleep, Papa," she had promised in between spoonfuls. "Reading makes me happy, and I'd sacrifice a few hours of sleep to be happy."
Denim immediately regretted her extra sentence when she saw the smile on her father's face falter. She placed her spoon down in her bowl, waiting for him to ask "Don't I make you happy?", but he only shook his head and smiled at her again. "Off to school now, your hear?"
She couldn't help but feel even more sad as the day passed and she continued the same routine. She knew her father was extremely worried about her. She had lost a lot of weight and was often so tired that she could be caught dozing off in some of her classes. She knew that her partner in crime had a lot to do with both facts. She spent a lot of time going on raids with him and his friends to only return with medical textbooks or science fiction novels. Her mother was still trying to regain the money they had lost on their unborn child, so Denim didn't get as much food as she used to. She refused any of the food her friends would offer her because she felt like a pest, and the side effects were drastic. She was extremely pasty, and her skin was stretched as tightly as possible across the whole of her body. She was losing an uphill battle to maintain a normal weight.
School should have been her sanctuary, but she had no friends outside of a rowdy group of boys that often annoyed her to the point of exhaustion. Just one normal friend, she thought as she scooped her books up into her arms.
"Ms. Barnes," her teacher called as she approached the door. "You forgot your grade report."
Denim grabbed a slip of paper with her grades on it on her way out. She laid the paper on top of her books and hurried out of the room, tilting her head toward the ground so she could avoid looking at faces. She darted through the halls, desperately trying to get home. She knew she'd get beat the moment her mother saw her grades, and she wanted to go ahead and get it over with. She raced down the front steps of the school and ran head-on into somebody walking at a normal pace. Her books smacked the stairs and slid down to the ground feet away and her report fluttered in the air in front of her.
"Sorry, sorry!" Denim cried as she rushed to get her stuff.
