eutony [arc]
Dec 30, 2015 10:02:28 GMT -5
Post by mat on Dec 30, 2015 10:02:28 GMT -5
riley lowrick
My mother and father don't come home until I'm already asleep, so they don't have much time to run errands. It's always been my job ever since I was a teenager. Each week, they'd leave money on the table for me to pick up and buy food with. And now, I walk down the same street I have traveled through for five years now. The food I have in my bag is mainly for my parents because I hardly eat. It has been that way ever since I was a little kid. I never wanted to eat because I knew that some people almost never eat. I guess you could say I was humble, but the second reason is because I hate the taste of food. That may be a bit odd to say, but food just isn't my cup of tea. I'll eat it when I have to avoid starvation, but I won't in any other case.
I've seen so many people without a home as I walk down District Twelve's street. Those are the kinds of people I refuse to eat for. I've never given them any food because my mother and father would probably kill me. They'd never let me have the freedom to go out anymore! but as I see a girl, probably my age or older, sit aside a house, I walk over.
"Here," I say, handing her a loaf of bread. That only leaves fruits and the leftovers from last week for my parents and I to eat, but I don't care. It's better to make other people happy.
They don't have much more life to live, anyway. And they only have one more year to control what I do.
