Boredom=Unacceptable. ~open~
Aug 16, 2014 15:36:13 GMT -5
Post by bellz on Aug 16, 2014 15:36:13 GMT -5
The day was waning, or it seemed to be for her. Chloe watched the sun slowly drift across a very blue sky. It was humid, miserable, and worst of all...boring. She itched to do something productive. Her hand wrapped up in the thin cover on her bed, tugging at it in her frustration. She needed something to keep her mind off the tightness in her stomach. Two days surviving on thin broth and a hunk of bread on a good day was enough to cause her pain. She sighed deeply and sat up, letting her feet fall heavily onto the floor. She winced as the flat of her foot hit sharply onto the hard flooring. She hung her head and watched the long strands of her hair wave in a slight breeze that blew through her open window. It caressed the back of her neck and she shivered. Two days without real food. How she missed the taste of meat...
She had to find something to do! She refused to be resentful of her father's illness, and the fact that he couldn't work the same hours as he used to. Her main worry was the dreaded fact that she would likely have to sign up for rations to keep them fed. In what world did the parents have to depend on their children for sustenance? Why did it fall on a child's shoulders to feed their parents? What kind of responsibility is that for a kid? It was one that her sister had borne with the utmost grace. Chloe longed to be like Charlote, but fell sadly short on looks, personality, and grace. Maybe she was too moon-eyed over her sister. She was her hero, Chloe would admit. She felt her cheek get wet, and ran a finger under her eye. She was crying. She missed Charlote, who used to talk to her about everything, make her feel better when she was down. "That's it, I'm going outside." Yeah, definitely needed fresh air when she was talking to herself.
After checking in on her mother, who was tidying up after their meager supper. She knocked on the door frame and pointed to the door when her mom glanced over her shoulder. It was never a problem, or even a surprise when Chloe disappeared for a while, and neither of her parents had complaints. Most of the time she came home with food or money, which invariably was used to purchase food. They would ask her about her day, listen, and then eat, grateful to have a full belly. Which led her to her previous thought of just how much she missed meat that led her feet to the butcher. How he stayed in business when there were so few people who could afford to purchase from him was beyond her. Maybe he would have something she could do in exchange for some food. The smell of raw meat was repulsive to some, but as she neared the shop, she breathed in deeply and imagined how it would taste cooked.
She had to find something to do! She refused to be resentful of her father's illness, and the fact that he couldn't work the same hours as he used to. Her main worry was the dreaded fact that she would likely have to sign up for rations to keep them fed. In what world did the parents have to depend on their children for sustenance? Why did it fall on a child's shoulders to feed their parents? What kind of responsibility is that for a kid? It was one that her sister had borne with the utmost grace. Chloe longed to be like Charlote, but fell sadly short on looks, personality, and grace. Maybe she was too moon-eyed over her sister. She was her hero, Chloe would admit. She felt her cheek get wet, and ran a finger under her eye. She was crying. She missed Charlote, who used to talk to her about everything, make her feel better when she was down. "That's it, I'm going outside." Yeah, definitely needed fresh air when she was talking to herself.
After checking in on her mother, who was tidying up after their meager supper. She knocked on the door frame and pointed to the door when her mom glanced over her shoulder. It was never a problem, or even a surprise when Chloe disappeared for a while, and neither of her parents had complaints. Most of the time she came home with food or money, which invariably was used to purchase food. They would ask her about her day, listen, and then eat, grateful to have a full belly. Which led her to her previous thought of just how much she missed meat that led her feet to the butcher. How he stayed in business when there were so few people who could afford to purchase from him was beyond her. Maybe he would have something she could do in exchange for some food. The smell of raw meat was repulsive to some, but as she neared the shop, she breathed in deeply and imagined how it would taste cooked.
I hope this seemed like a good first post to you 
