I Swear, I'm Not That Weird {anzie}
Dec 15, 2015 20:44:16 GMT -5
Post by kap on Dec 15, 2015 20:44:16 GMT -5
Rachel Violette
The snow was fresh, and it seemed to sparkle as sunlight glistened over it. Rachel had always liked the look of snow, but never the actual cold itself. As she was walking down the district streets, the hood of her coat up on her head. The snow was squeaking underneath her boots that she was wearing. She could feel the chilly winter air brushing over her slightly exposed face as she went. Squeak. Crunch. Those were the sounds that she heard as she walked. It almost even sounded nice to her. She wasn't hearing the voices of a bunch of rambunctious children, nor did she have to listen to the chattering of other teenagers and adults. Today was quiet, and she enjoyed that.
Continuing to walk, it was hard to tell the difference between the street and the grass. The snow covered all of it, and at this point, the difference between the two truly didn't matter. As long as she was in district boundaries, all was fine, and of course, it would remain that way. Rachel wasn't one to disobey laws. Simple rules, perhaps, but certainly not laws. Her feet sunk into the snow as she walked, and eventually, when she felt she was warm enough, she removed her hood. Glancing around at her surroundings, Rachel saw other people. The district was surprisingly active that morning for such a cold day. Her breath was visible in the air, after all. That normally would have been something to keep Rachel home. Though, she was out today for a reason. In general, since she didn't like the cold, she'd be home when it was this type of weather outside.
Today, she was feeling a bit adventurous. She was curious. She wanted to meet new people, and wanted to see what was going on in the district on a day where she would normally be home. Venturing around seemed like a good an appealing idea to her right then. There were a lot of different people out and about, old and young, and everything in between.
As she walked, to her left was a group of young girls, chattering away about something. To her right, there were some teenage boys, throwing snowballs at one another. Rachel remembered that she used to do all of those things quite often before she hit reaping age. She had a lot more friends back then, too. They would all mess around with one another, teasing and playing. They would enjoy themselves, with nothing to worry about. Rachel, however, had plenty to worry about at this point. With the games almost over, she knew the next ones would come up before she knew it. It always happened so fast, and she was lucky to never be picked.
Now she generally spent her days on her own, or doing some sort of training. She wanted to get out of that habit, and get back to hanging out with friends again like she always used to. She really missed that. That was what was troubling Rachel, though. She didn't know how exactly she was meant to change what her life had turned in to. She wanted to make friends, but had honestly seemed to have forgotten how. It also appeared that if she did make a new friend at this point, she may not know how to keep them.
Rachel took her bag off of her back and took out a notebook, starting to copy down some of her thoughts into it. She wrote down anything from what she thought a good friend was, to how she could keep them as a friend. She was writing things for a few minutes, before closing her notebook and going to return it to her bag.
When she was about to put her notebook away, however, it slipped out of her hands and into the snow.
"Are you kidding me? Ugh!" she exclaimed. Clearly someone would have heard her loud complaint, which immediately made her feel a bit embarrassed. Rachel picked up her notebook, trying not to draw any more attention to herself, and stuffed it into her bag. Closing her bag, she put it back on her back. She glanced around briefly, hoping that no one had thought she was too weird for her overreaction to dropping her notebook into the snow. Then again, she didn't consider it an overreaction herself. Dropping her notebook into the snow meant it was ruined, and that certainly didn't make her happy.
Continuing to walk, it was hard to tell the difference between the street and the grass. The snow covered all of it, and at this point, the difference between the two truly didn't matter. As long as she was in district boundaries, all was fine, and of course, it would remain that way. Rachel wasn't one to disobey laws. Simple rules, perhaps, but certainly not laws. Her feet sunk into the snow as she walked, and eventually, when she felt she was warm enough, she removed her hood. Glancing around at her surroundings, Rachel saw other people. The district was surprisingly active that morning for such a cold day. Her breath was visible in the air, after all. That normally would have been something to keep Rachel home. Though, she was out today for a reason. In general, since she didn't like the cold, she'd be home when it was this type of weather outside.
Today, she was feeling a bit adventurous. She was curious. She wanted to meet new people, and wanted to see what was going on in the district on a day where she would normally be home. Venturing around seemed like a good an appealing idea to her right then. There were a lot of different people out and about, old and young, and everything in between.
As she walked, to her left was a group of young girls, chattering away about something. To her right, there were some teenage boys, throwing snowballs at one another. Rachel remembered that she used to do all of those things quite often before she hit reaping age. She had a lot more friends back then, too. They would all mess around with one another, teasing and playing. They would enjoy themselves, with nothing to worry about. Rachel, however, had plenty to worry about at this point. With the games almost over, she knew the next ones would come up before she knew it. It always happened so fast, and she was lucky to never be picked.
Now she generally spent her days on her own, or doing some sort of training. She wanted to get out of that habit, and get back to hanging out with friends again like she always used to. She really missed that. That was what was troubling Rachel, though. She didn't know how exactly she was meant to change what her life had turned in to. She wanted to make friends, but had honestly seemed to have forgotten how. It also appeared that if she did make a new friend at this point, she may not know how to keep them.
Rachel took her bag off of her back and took out a notebook, starting to copy down some of her thoughts into it. She wrote down anything from what she thought a good friend was, to how she could keep them as a friend. She was writing things for a few minutes, before closing her notebook and going to return it to her bag.
When she was about to put her notebook away, however, it slipped out of her hands and into the snow.
"Are you kidding me? Ugh!" she exclaimed. Clearly someone would have heard her loud complaint, which immediately made her feel a bit embarrassed. Rachel picked up her notebook, trying not to draw any more attention to herself, and stuffed it into her bag. Closing her bag, she put it back on her back. She glanced around briefly, hoping that no one had thought she was too weird for her overreaction to dropping her notebook into the snow. Then again, she didn't consider it an overreaction herself. Dropping her notebook into the snow meant it was ruined, and that certainly didn't make her happy.
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741 words | NOTES: Excuse the semi-short starting post. It's not my best.
