After four years [Open]

After four years [Open] Nov 16, 2014 1:46:00 GMT -5

Post by Sage on Nov 16, 2014 1:46:00 GMT -5

Fawn Jay

I remember the day his name was called, the day when my life changed dramatically forever. It was the day when suddenly, my happy little life began to tear apart at the seams and the glass ball I had been living in began to crack to eventually shatter the next year when another bird was snatched from our nest and forced to repeat history, but instead of just dying, the bird seemed like it stood a chance until suddenly, they were pecked from the sky by a greedy Falcons talons. The damned reaping day, the day when twenty-four children were selected to be tossed from the nest and forced to learn to fly when truly, most of them had barely learned to use their wings.

My eyes gaze down at the book perched between my knees as I sit beneath one of the few trees surrounding the district, the autumn sunlight not quite as warm as the summer sunlight nor providing quite enough length to the day to spend the entirety of it reading. The words on the paper, for the last half hour, have been swimming past my eyes as I try to focus on the story but I cannot force my eyes to do what I want. Sighing, I blink and close the book, unable to even remember what the book was about even though I have been reading it now for three days, trying to finish a project for school but right now, I just can't do it, the only people on my mind are not the characters of the story but the real people who used to be a regular part of my life.

Standing, I follow along the river I used to follow to meet a certain person every day in secret and when I come to the spot we used to meet, I almost expect him to be standing there and for a moment, I forget that I'll never see him again because he's... I cannot say it. I cannot say it even now, four years after it happened. I feel excitement rise in my chest before I arrive only to feel bitter disappointment when I find it empty of life apart from the occasional squirrel darting around the clearing. I shouldn't have come here, the memories beginning to filter through my mind are starting to overwhelm me as I feel gentle tears form in my eyes. Why did I come here? Was I hoping that maybe the last four years had been some sort of twisted dream and I may wake up and he'll be there waiting for me and telling me he loves me?

I am so focused on my own sadness that I don't really notice the sound of footsteps approaching me. I startle and look up, wondering who could have followed me in the light of the setting sun.

After four years [Open] Feb 17, 2015 14:31:04 GMT -5

Post by kittyoemily on Feb 17, 2015 14:31:04 GMT -5

Cleo Grey

The light was shining down on me through the leaves on the tree that was above and below me. I was just sitting in a tree. As I just sat there, for once in my life I was quiet. I was relaxed. I was just thinking about how this year I was saved yet again from the games. Today was my day to rest. To be thankful that I could not be reaped this year. That I could no longer be sent in with a bunch of other desperate kids. I pressed my foot against the tree as I sat on the tree's branch. At one point I decided to look out and I was able to see a girl a distance away from the tree coming ever closer. She did not however appear to see me. And I was thankful. I closed my eyes for a few minutes more and started to grow evermore anxious. I glanced down and saw her now sitting against the very tree I was in. She looked anything but at ease.

My curiosity got the best of me. I decided to watch her from afar. Watch her as she aimlessly flips a page in the book. As she just stares at the book. I am curious to know why she seemed so familiar. I did not know where she came from, and I swear I do not know her, but she looked familiar. I sigh. I probably was not going to find out. I leave that question for another time. I close my eyes for a second more to only open them again. I was up in a tree, and someone was against the tree. I grew tempted, tempted as I stared at my hand for a second wondering if I should do it. If I should make the call and jump down. I didn't even have to work at it. This girl came right to the tree that I was sitting at. A small grimace reached my face. I propped myself up so my feet were dangling off the branch. I was ready to jump, to scare the girl when I found myself staring at her book. Then It clicked.

It clicked about her, she must have had some siblings in the games from some years past. That was where her face came from. Why she seemed so familiar. The question was still who. Who was this girl and who were the sibling or siblings in the games from a past year. An hour later and I was still trying to figure it out. Some movement came at the corner of my eye. I looked leftward and got to see the Girl as she was walking away. I knew I missed my chance of any way making fun out of this situation, for that I was a bit annoyed at myself. However I knew I had not missed my chance to ask her who she was, to get to know her story, then perhaps still get a prank in. I found myself jumping out of the tree and following her.

She followed the stream and I was following her. I kept my foot steps ever more quiet as I followed her. I would have spoken up tell her that I was there but I did not want to interrupt her thoughts, and I was a tad bit curious to see where she was going. Where she was going was a place I had yet to ever go. When we arrived she had stood still, and the place was silent. It was a rather boring part, and for once I actually felt like leaving instead of bothering someone in their thoughts( which was the perfect time to bother them.) instead I actually stayed, but not to pull the prank. I was curious why she seemed so out of it. Why she seemed a bit anxious, more importantly I wanted to know who she was. For the final steps towards her I purposely wanted to make noise, I did not want to scare her or frighten her. I wanted her to know that I was there. Her head pops up wondering where the foot steps were coming from. I jog in front of her view and look her up and down for a second more. I don't exactly know what to say. So I go with one word. " H-i." I give an awkward half smile as I blew some hair that was messily placed in my face. I smiled instead of speaking some more since the one word I said even came out as a half stutter. Besides I preferred not to scare the girl that stood in front of me before I even introduced myself, I gave her time to think.