when silence meets sound {Kylie|Desu}

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when silence meets sound {Kylie|Desu} May 19, 2014 21:39:58 GMT -5

Post by goldskies on May 19, 2014 21:39:58 GMT -5

: sweat of my brow :

: Sebastian Eams : 17 : District Nine :

I could hear the pencils scratching against paper. I walked down the halls of District Nine elementary school. My feet his the concrete hallway paths as grubby faces peered out of classroom windows after me. Teachers rapped for attention. I kept walking. My arms ached from carrying the wooden crate all the way from the neighboring factory where I worked.

Why should I be here? I already did my time here every day. Not this exact school but the high-school next to it. My too-long black hair stuck to my forehead by sweat as I kicked open the slightly ajar door to classroom twelve. They probably left it like that because of the godforsaken heat. District Nine Schools don't get air conditioning. They don't get much of anything, really.

The kids obviously did not want to be here and I didn't blame them. Their mousy little eyes darted to me as I let down the crate with thunk on the bare concrete floor. No wonder these kids were miserable. The windows with peeling frames were left open to let in some air but all that drench the room was a muggy spring heat. Th classroom was keep clean but i couldn't tell supplies were scarce and the kids sat three to desks made for two. They wore the poor factory clothes made of the strong plain material we made.

I picked my clipboard off the crate with oil-stained fingers. The kids stared in anticipation. Probably hoping in vain it was some sort of treat. The teacher was a young girl who couldn't be any older than me. I looked at her and then down at my clipboard.

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when silence meets sound {Kylie|Desu} May 20, 2014 13:03:49 GMT -5

Post by desu on May 20, 2014 13:03:49 GMT -5

Now I'm standing at the gate,

Trying to figure out which path I'm gonna' take..

What an awful day. The kid's didn't want to learn and they were being as noisy as ever. Not only that, but I hadn't even been told I was coming in today until last night so I had absolutely no time to plan a lesson. I'm a pretty laid back girl, however if you're going to make me come in an extra day for work then at least tell me beforehand! Honestly, I wonder why I come in sometimes.. the pay isn't good and the glass I have to teach is pretty damn loud. They keep talking over me, on and on and on..

I suppose I should take it as a compliment that the school offered me a job at all. The way things work here is that they hire three of the best students that they have, me being one of them. I regret taking the job since I actually haven't left school yet either. It's just that not many people in Distrit 9 want to be a teacher. I can understand why...

So there I stood, dressed in a neatly buttoned brown blazer with black pencil skirt in front of about thirty children all bored out of their minds. There was nothing I can do... all I can set them is the work I'm given from the head, yet I'm the one who gets the grief for it. "Misssss!" one of the children, Poppy-Marie, cried, rushing up to the front with tears swelling from his eyes. "Mathias scribbled on my paper!" I sighed. Mathias Lomax was always one of the offenders.. time after time I had told him not to pick on the other students. Yet there he was again, causing a scene. I hated seeing the little ones cry - especially Poppy. She was one of the diamonds in the rough.. a girl with potential.

"Everyone...just.." I started to no avail. None of them were listening. "QUIET!" That was it. I almost lost it, but it got their attention. Each and every pair of eyes stared up at me. Poppy hurried back down to her seat. "As a class your behaviour has been disgu-"

I felt my presence get lost in the class as everyone turned towards the door - I did too. My own eyes caught upon a tall, handsome young man carrying a rather huge crate in his hands.

"A delivery for Miss Olken from the northside factory?"

My eyebrows furrowed into my eyes. A delivery? For me? I wasn't expecting anything.. Maybe it was a surprise gift from somebody? I hope so... I needed a good pampering! "Sweet." I paused, giving the class a glance. Five minutes until the bell. "Y'all can go early.. remember what I said though." And with that, they all eagerly cheered out 'yessss!' and ran up from their chairs for the classroom door. Within a matter of seconds they were all out.

For a few moments the whole room was empty. It was just me and the delivery guy (who, may I add, looked a state). I eyed up the crate before stepping forward a few paces, twirling a pen in my fingers. "Want me to sign it? Oh, and you got any clues as to who it's from? It's just I'm not expecting anything.." A small smirk perched across my lips. I really wanted to just tear it open!

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when silence meets sound {Kylie|Desu} May 23, 2014 10:38:45 GMT -5

Post by goldskies on May 23, 2014 10:38:45 GMT -5

: sweat of my brow :

: Sebastian Eams : 17 : District Nine :

The teacher looked hassled. She put on the air of someone who wished to be taken seriously but was slowly slipping into frustration. Once she laid eyes on the crate, though, her eyes lit up the the brows above them furrowed. She seemed, from my perspective, pleasantly surprised. I regret I interrupted her mid-sentence. She seem to have been trying to reap a last bit of respect from the class.

"Sweet." she said, her eyes no longer on the class. I wondered if that was sarcasm or genuine excitement. I wasn't ever good at telling the difference. I hope she wasn't expecting anything more than school supplies. I cracked a grin. She was like a child fixated on a cookie jar. She was slim like a child, too, but with the bravado of a little girl playing dress-up. Her pencil skirt and button-down said work but those brown eyes glittered with the word fun. Those curious brown eyes were lined and her lips were colored. Makeup. She was probably richer than me. A Peacekeeper's daughter? Who knew. Either way, I liked her. Anyone who could handle a throng of screaming children for this long deserved a medal.

"Y'all can go early.. remember what I said though." Miss Olken continued. The pack of miniature people streamed past me and around me like a wave in the ocean. I'd never seen the ocean with my own eyes but I've read books about it in my own school. The waves that come only to your knees can knock you down if they're strong enough and you are weak. Children were the same way. Only tall enough to call you "Mister" but could knock you down. Especially when packed in a classroom together. They had one common enemy, the teacher. She was the key holder to the door to their freedom. Some of them probably wanted to learn. Most of them most likely just wanted out of this blessed heat. The screeched loud; a pack of hyenas spotting easy pray. The last stragglers raced out the door, their little feet going thunk thunk thunk against the concrete floors.

I walked towards Miss Olken,

"Sign here," I asked, handing the clipboard to her. I noticed she was pretty, in a forceful way. I was keenly aware of what a mess I was in. I had my own problems to worry about, though. If I was gone for too long the Floormaster would be suspicious. God knows why. Too many boys try to sneak out during works, true, to drink whiskey or flirt with girls. Just a few minutes of escape from the deafening noise and sweaty, monotonous work. Not me. There was nothing, nothing more important to me than my family. In order to support my family I needed this job. Therefore there were no stolen breaks for me. The Floormaster had dealt with child worker for to long to trust even me, though, and expected me back promptly. It's not like he ever bothered to notice I haven't skipped work. I am just another mule in his herd of workers. He sees not peoples but things to be used. Numbers. Factories are just numbers. I was in the school to deliver another number. A number of school supplies that they got on discount. The schools had a deal with the factories. They school board let the older kids out early to slave away and the factories discount the pencils, the chalkboard, the rulers. You name it. District Nine might specialize in cloth but their work was diverse. Thousands of smoggy, dirty, packed factories threadbare people and numbers. Always the numbers.

I wondered how this teacher in particular felt about the schoolboard's arrangement. Her kids were too young to work, though. Thinking on it, she was pretty young to be teaching. In fact, she was just pretty and young in general.

"Do you have a crowbar around here anywhere to break this thing open?"

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when silence meets sound {Kylie|Desu} May 26, 2014 11:15:32 GMT -5

Post by desu on May 26, 2014 11:15:32 GMT -5

Now I'm standing at the gate,

Trying to figure out which path I'm gonna' take..

I enjoyed the silence for the brief moment it remained. Sometimes it was nice just to listen to quiet chatter down the hallway whilst enjoying some nice bread at my desk.. Sadly I couldn't do that but that didn't mean I was really affected. My lunch hour would have to be a little bit later, though that wasn't a problem. Or maybe I'd have nothing in the classroom and have a bigger dinner later.. maybe that was a better idea, then my stomach would be fuller for longer. It had been a while since I had eaten anything too tasty - hopefully mum had been to the market and brought something fresh!

After him telling me where to sign on his clip board, I reached over to my desk for a pen. I picked up a black biro that seemed to be close to running out, so of course, I'd need to replace it. Almost everything in the classroom needed replacing, in all honesty. The desks were getting cracked and stained on from the student's scribbled. Then I remembered where I was. District 9. Of course the Capitol weren't going to give us any more funding.. I was stupid to think they would.

Sahking my head as I scribbled on my signature, I flicked the pen into the bin placed in the corner of the classroom - it almost fell out on top of numerous screwed up pieces of paper. What a mess.. No doubt I'd have to be the one to clean it all up! At times I wish the board would hire some cleaners.. Not only would it help me, but it would employ more people with jobs outside of the factories. Unfortunately I doubt that they can afford the staff they currently have, let alone even more!

"Do you have a crowbar around here anywhere to break this thing open?"

I looked up to the guy as he spoke. A.. a crowbar? I was a little thrown back at his question, in more of a humorous way than shock. What kind of school has crowbars hanging around? I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "No crowbars here.. maybe in the janitor's office. Want me to take you to it?" I shrugged, slipping the clipboard back into his hands. "Mm.. I guess it's just stationary, no?" I sighed as I lead him out of the classroom and into the hallway. The bell rang, causing the students in other classes to burst out of their individual doors. They were like a gaggle of geese, so noisy!

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