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ugh (kendall) Jul 8, 2015 16:09:04 GMT -5

Post by pup on Jul 8, 2015 16:09:04 GMT -5

Courtney:

I jump through a field of grass, flowers and small woodland creatures jumping around me. I laugh, and smile, and play, and nothing can go wrong. The rabbits fur tickle's my skin as it cuddles up close against me. I sigh in the perfectness of it all. Suddenly a storm cloud comes from above me and starts to scream and yell. "Courtney Rion! Snap out of it!" That annoying thunder cloud was my aunt snapping me out of my daydream, I jolt suddenly as I come back to reality and down at the desk in front of me. Oh yeah, I have homework to do. Curses. I then look up wondering what all the yelling was about and then see my aunt's stormy face staring down at me, daring me to question it. I accept the dare happily, not knowing what was going to happen. "Wait, whats wrong Aunt Luetta?" I ask innocently, honestly not knowing what was wrong. Her expression darkens and then she bursts into a fit of rage. "You were supposed to be doing homework, not daydreaming you damn girl!" She screams at me. I feel a pinch at my ear, it hurts. My eyes start to tear up as I start to say angrilly at her, "Just leave me alone! It's not my fault!" I feel another pinch at my ear, "Yes it is your fault!" My aunt says "If you weren't such a daydreamer you would be better in school and at your homework!" I start to feel tears running down my cheeks swiftly and I get up and without looking back I get up and run out the door.

I would only be gone for a bit, just long enough for them to see reason. Or maybe I could stay away, I mean I am the age when I can get my own house and live by myself now, but no. That would be too much work and how could I own my own house anyways? I was just being an idiot, but I am determined to get away from there for at least a bit. After a while of wandering around the district I see the sun is setting beautifully, I can barely see it through the heavy air of district three but I know it is beautiful. Then I realized, I can't live on the street. I need somewhere to crash and soon. Then I remembered my friends house from nearby. I walked up to the door and knocked on it. After a few minutes I knock on it again. I wonder what could be taking her so long? Maybe she isn't home or anything, I have no idea.

As I wait, I think about what I might say. Hi! I ran away from home and I was wondering if I could hide out at your place for a bit. Sounds a bit to dramatic and stupid. Could I crash for a bit? I was arguing with my family and I need somewhere to stay? That sounds a bit too pushy. Hmm. And then the door opens. I stare up into the face of my friend Ciela, ugh what can I say. I try to say something witty, but all that comes out is "Um, hi." Fortunately my eyes are only slightly puffy from the crying, and the tear tracks have dried up, so hopefully there is no sign of me crying. That would have been embarrassing.

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ugh (kendall) Jul 13, 2015 12:15:55 GMT -5

Post by kendall on Jul 13, 2015 12:15:55 GMT -5

C I E L A B A B I N E A U X

It was a normal morning at best. The sun and the pesky cardinal came up to greet me just like every morning. I usually would burry myself under the covers, drowning out the noise and drifting back to dreamland. But today the cardinal was extremely pesky. It knocked on the window so tediously I couldn't drown it out. The rhythms in my eardrum drove me insane. With a dramatic groan, I sit up and stare into its beady little eyes. My brother, Paris, always told me that cardinals were supposed to be a beautiful shade of red with white accents. Except neither of us really saw the color red. But my uncle did. He said it was alarming and violent yet beautiful. The same color as apples and blood he said. Or many even the ski Paris used to tell me when we used to lay out under the clouds hoping that a miracle would happen and we would be able to see the rainbow. But soon we stopped looking at the clouds and pretending we could see the colors because it wasn't ever going to happen. We are who we are and we couldn't change that. The world was black and white and beautiful. No so called 'red' cardinal was going to change from a black and grey bird to a vivid color display. Not today or any day. "Damn bird." As frustrating as it is I accepted it and got up out of bed and shooed it away before it caused any more problems.

Sluggishly I walk down the creaky old stairs pulling on a pair of shorts as I go, desperately trying to look semi ready for the day in case someone is home. It's a Sunday and I don't work on Sundays which means I usually have the house to myself until dusk when Paris and my Uncle come home. I always tell Paris that he should find himself a wife and make a family of his own but he refuses. He said that he has to make sure I am safely 18 and out of the hunger games ways until he can think about himself. He won't ever tell us about his personal life. I think he found himself a girl that he really likes because he hasn't been spending as many dinners with us. Half of me is happy for him but the other is scared to let him go. I make some coffee once I get down the stairs. My paints are out from the case spread on the table. Forgetting about the coffee I go over to my canvas and start painting that pesky bird. I am not sure if I am painting this bird the correct color of red but I don't care. All I know I look myself painting.

There was a knock at the door and I almost screamed. That damn cardinal was going to be sorry it decided to make my roof it's home. Dropping my paint brushes on the table I slowly made my way to the door. Opening it there stood my friend Courtney who was obviously crying. Appeariantly she had red hair just like the cardinal. I gave a sad smile, trying to brush my long hair and paint off of my face. "Hey come on in Courtney." I usher her inside before closing the door. Rushing past her I go to the kitchen and poor some bitter coffee into a mug for her and I. I hand it to her and sit down on a chair, and look up. "What's wrong?" I ask plainly.

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ugh (kendall) Jul 19, 2015 7:18:54 GMT -5

Post by pup on Jul 19, 2015 7:18:54 GMT -5

I see my friend, Ciela, burst through the door, she seems angry for a moment before she notices I am the one who knocked. "Hey come on in Courtney." She says softly, and I hope she can't see the dried up tear stains on my cheeks. She ushers me over to an old couch before she goes and starts to pour some coffee slowly into a mug. It is most likely going to taste bitter and disgusting like most coffee from here, but I guess I might as well drink it to not be rude.

I look around the room, I can see that Ciela had been painting again. This time a small bird, we don't get much of those in the district so I wonder where she got her model from. Ciela hands me the cup of coffee and then asks in a blunt tone, "What's wrong?" I knew it. She noticed my puffy eyes. I think about what to say that isn't too awkward for me to talk about. My thinking process starts up to try to distract her attention from it. I look around the room trying to find something to distract her. Then I see it. My distraction.

I actually mean what I say. "Why is there a Cardinal in your room." I point to the top of the painting where a real Cardinal sits upon the perfectly painted one, staring at us intently. Maybe that who Ciela's model was for the painting. "You don't get much of those this far into district three." Which was true. Most wildlife if any stayed closer to where I was at the edge of the district. Not the center of the smog filled skies. My hands are shaking slightly from nervousness as I bring the coffee to my face and sniff it gently. I was correct, it was the awful kind. Not the kind I see the peacekeepers drinking for fun. I sip it and try not to cringe, succeed, and then proceed to take more sips.

I look at the cardinal again that is staring at me. It hops off the painting of itself, and starts to fly around the room like a maniac little bird. I laugh inside my head and silently thank it. I look at the painting again and think of what the tributes had faces last games day. Their dopplegangers. Themselves. They had to kill themselves or be killed by themselves. The bird that was flying around the room quickly now seemed like the doppleganger to the one in the painting, just not evil, or maybe the bird in the painting was evil and the bird flying around the room is the real bird. I think the second thought is the true one. The painting was made after the real bird, and the real bird doesn't seem at all evil to me.

I notice what was going on now, that the bird was starting to bang into things, like the couch, my coffee mug- that was thankfully empty of it's disgusting contents now and I managed to catch it before it shattered into a million pieces- a lamp, anything really that it could bump into.. Maybe this bird actually was an evil doppleganger.

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ugh (kendall) Jul 20, 2015 21:50:47 GMT -5

Post by kendall on Jul 20, 2015 21:50:47 GMT -5

C I E L A B A B I N E A U X

She seemed to be hiding the true reason of her being here at my house this early in the morning. I didn't want to push her into telling me util she was ready. I have learned the hard way when I pushed people when I was younger. I would get yelled at or even ignored if I asked to many times. Those memories guided me to the more patent path which seemed the better option. Courtney seemed upset , the tears streaking her face were white on the grayish of her skin.

It seemed she didn't like the coffee and I frowned a little bit. No one really likes it but it's something other then the murky water that we get from the sink. Before I say anything, I notice her eyes go the bird I was painting. Smiling, I almost ask if I am using the right colors for the birds delicate feathers. But my though was intruppted by the shortness of her sentence.

"Why is there a Cardinal in your room." She points the the bird perched on my easel. It was so beautiful and attention absorbing, I didn't really ever wonder why it had ever made it to my house, or this close to the center of the district. "You don't get much of those this far into district three." I shrug as I watch the little bird fly out the window into the smoggy sky. "I guess it got tired of all the smoke." I say calmly, sipping my coffee staring out the window. I wish it would come back and fill up my life with its beauty. As a child I wondered if people in district seven got to see all the pretty birds on a daily basis. My brother used to tell me I would write letters to people in the wood district asking if they would like to live in the city so I could live where the trees were. How silly of me to believe that would ever happen. This was my home. All the barbed wire and concrete buildings which took over for miles.

Then the bird came back and began to knock over things. This god damn cardinal had a life in the trees and for some reason it wanted to live in my tiny little house I shared with two men. Nature confused me but I didn't try to understand it I just watched it and Courtney as she attempted to catch it. Her hands caught the bird and i began to chip loudly. I smile and kneel down next to my friend and try to pet the bird. First it nipped at me up soon it let me touch its tiny little head. It was soft and it seemed to hum as I touched it. "I wish it would go back home. This city is no place for such a beautiful blue bird." I say. The word doesn't feel right and I quickly change my sentence. "I mean red - red." I state it to make sure I remember.

Quickly I change the subject because I felt utterly stupid for calling the bird blue. Of course I wouldn't know if it was red or blue or even orange but in school they told me it was a red bird. And facts are facts. "It's ok if you don't like coffee." I smile taking her cup and walking over to the sink. "Not many people like it. I don't even think I like it much."

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