Melody Stone Wanderer WIP

"A simple look for just a pretty girl?" mutter the old crow.

"She didn't want to stay, so she left, district 9 isn't for her."

"Its better she gone, after all..."

I bit into the soft bitter rose petal. It was edible, bitter, but edible. There wasn't any plants, any animals near by, none to hunt, none to harvest, it's like everything except the tree's were killed. 

The sound of laughter filled the silence, who was it? The laughter wasn't deep and harsh, or light and high, but hoarse, as if an ill child was laughing. A droplet of rain fell down my cheek, no, it was a tear. 

Why am I crying? I have all I wanted, no more fear of embarrassment, no more responsibilities. What was it?

The aching feeling of loneliness, a bittersweet feeling.

I finally opened my eyes and felt a chill up my spine, had winter already came? It was morning, a cold morning. I grabbed my lucky knife, I managed to learn how to use from the months of being alone in the wild, and continue to do my morning routine of looking for rabbits, hares, small animals, along with edible plants. My bag I managed to fill a month ago was almost empty, the only things left was half a tube of toothpaste, an old toothbrush, 2 empty bottle, 1 bottle 3/4 full, and a full canteen next to the water purification tabs. There was some bags of dried fruit and jerky, but it was gone within the 2 first weeks, extra worn out clothes, a hairbrush, and lastly a few sweaters/ jacket.

I remember the day I left, it was after school, I was suppose to do my homework but I spend my day packing all the necessary items containing of food, water, water purification tabs, clothes, a full tube of toothpaste, toothbrush, and lastly a hunting knife. I was wearing a pair of black warm jeans along with a long white sleeve shirt with 2 white thin sweater, a black slightly thicker jacket, and a white cotton scarf. My wavy caramel brown hair wasn't much of a drag since it seem to not get too messy. My eyes is blue, a pale blue.