Hero Dede | District 11 | {Finished}

Hero Dede | District 11 | {Finished} Nov 22, 2014 21:03:23 GMT -5

Post by Vee on Nov 22, 2014 21:03:23 GMT -5

HERO DEDE

QUEEN OF SMILES
----goddess of eleven
. . .

Hero reckoned she was born just as any other kid was. Her momma and poppa fell in love and nine months later she entered the world bright eyed and bushy-tailed. At least, that was how Momma always told the story. Momma said that Hero didn't cry nor did she even breathe for a few seconds after birth. The doctors and the nurses thought that Momma had another one of her mis-somethings. But right before the professionals started to tell Momma that her new baby was dead, Hero started to breath. The small bundle of sunshine started to wail for her Momma, and her Momma knew that the baby was gonna be her hero. Her saving grace in this God-forsaken world was her children. Her children always came first

I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm
And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones
It keeps my veins hot, the fires found a home in me
I move through town, I'm quiet like a fire
And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie it

The new baby Hero went home with Momma and Poppa and her three older brothers. They fought over who was gonna get to hold the brand new baby first, and eventually the oldest won. He was the oldest after all. He held Hero's body real tight against his won, and he knew that she was different than the other boys. The three of 'em might've only been three, five, and six, but they already tussled daily. But the new baby? They wouldn't be allowed to fight with her. They didn't want to. She was too precious. Well, that and the fact that Momma'd whoop them if they ever lay a finger on her meant for harming.

And now people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home
And people talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes
I'm done with it

The baby wasn't no baby anymore. She was almost seven years old, and the feistiest thing Momma had ever seen. It was either Hero's way or the high-way, and everyone knew it, especially Hero. She hated the word Bossy. It was a bad word to the small child. She would rather have been called any other name than be called Bossy. And it was because she wasn't. She just knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. Her oldest brother was the one who taught her to be like that. He told her to never give up on what she wanted, so she didn't. She wouldn't. She refused.

This is the start of how it all ends
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
I'm speeding up and this is the
Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
We rip the start, the colours disappear
I never watch the stars there's so much down here
So I just try to keep up with them
Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

Her oldest brother had left a few months ago to make a family for himself. "Yessiree, Sade Dede has left home all by himself!" Hero heard Momma say many times when she talked to her friends about it. She acted like she was so proud of her boy for growing up and being a respectable man and moving far away so he didn't have to work in the fields day in and day out like his Poppa, but Hero heard Momma cry herself to sleep the first night. Then the second night. Then the thirdfourthfifthsixth nights. A week after, she had moved on. For the most part. She still set a plate at Sade's place at the nearly broken table everyone sat at for meals. Hero's didn't get why they couldn't just take the darn chair away so that everyone could scoot down and have more room. She was sick of always hitting her other brother's long legs at the table while she was trying to eat because there wasn't enough room. Sometimes Momma didn't make no sense.

I dream all year, but they're not the sweet kinds
And the shivers move down my shoulder blades
in double time

It was Hero's Eleventh birthday. She had been waiting all month, even though she knew she wasn't getting nothing. They simply didn't have the money. With Momma pregnant again, every penny had to go to the new baby. Instead of being bitter about it, Hero embraced the arrival. She went to every doctor's visit Momma went to when the boys were too busy to come, which was always (Even though there was no money, the boys always were busy doing something. What they were doing, Hero never could figure out.). The girl sat at the new-to-them table that she and the remaining brother's had found in the dump one day while playing and dragged home for Momma as an early Birthday present of hers. One by one, her family members entered the room. First came Suada, the next oldest after Sade. After he sat down, in came Jufe, who was only older than Hero by three years. Then Poppa limped into the room, using his cane for more support than a man should have to, smiling at Hero with his biggest smile. She liked it when he did that. Finally, in came Momma. Everyone sang happy birthday to her while Hero sat with her happiest look on her face. She was loving this. But she loved it even more when she saw the back door open and watch as her missing brother sang the last note to the song. Leaping up, Hero ran and hugged Sade. It was the best birthday she had ever had.

And now people talk to me I'm slipping out of reach now
People talk to me, and all their faces blur
But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison
And I'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me
I'm done with it

Now she was Twelve. She still looked young, but Momma assured her that she would sprout and flower soon enough. Her pitch-black hair often went unmanaged, going in every direction. She liked it like that. Her dark eyes could win any staring contest the boys at school dared her to do. She liked that, too. She did not like, however, how she felt her nose was too big and how her hands were too small. But those were only small potatoes in the grand scheme of things. She could still run real fast and she was good at climbing and a bunch of other things she didn't even think could be things you could like about yourself like eating grapes real fast or throwing grass real far when it was ripped from the ground. Hero was happy. It was a nice feeling.

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Sixxtear@RPGD

name: Hero Dede
faceclaim: Quvenzhané Wallis
code: oDair