A Smoggy, Ugly World (OPEN)
Mar 7, 2017 21:18:03 GMT -5
Post by Rye Dagenheart on Mar 7, 2017 21:18:03 GMT -5
Rye coughed as she exited her small school building, shivering as the cold wind slapped her face. She rubbed her shivering arm, only wearing a flannel shirt and denim overalls, not very warm clothing. The lean girl walked towards her distant farmhouse, coughing from the smog in the air. Rye hated the nearby factories, her small world always filled with grey.
She smiled as she reached the home she shared with her parents and two other families, her mother enveloping Rye in a warm hug as she walked through the door. Harvest season was already over, and planting time had yet to begin, so Rye's father and a few members from the other families were out working in the factories. Rye sniffed the air, smelling fresh bread from the small kitchen. "Mom, did you bake bread today?" Rye asked her mother, a warm smile on her face.
"Yes, honey, the Simmons and the Jordens will need energy." Rye's tall mother stated, giving the names of the two other families living in their small farmhouse. It was difficult maintaining a farm in District 9, with so much smog in the air, but the Dagenhearts managed to survive, and feed two other families as well.
Rye tried not to look disappointed. She had hoped that their family would get to eat tonight, not the stupid Simmons and Jordens. The small girl managed a fake smile before walking to the door, a basket of bread in her arms. "I'll take it to them." She told her mother before slipping out the door into the cold, smoggy March air.
Rye practically ran to the factory where her father and roommates worked, tripping on her way there. She nearly cursed as the basket flew from her hand, bread falling to the ground as Rye fell with a rather loud 'oof'.
She smiled as she reached the home she shared with her parents and two other families, her mother enveloping Rye in a warm hug as she walked through the door. Harvest season was already over, and planting time had yet to begin, so Rye's father and a few members from the other families were out working in the factories. Rye sniffed the air, smelling fresh bread from the small kitchen. "Mom, did you bake bread today?" Rye asked her mother, a warm smile on her face.
"Yes, honey, the Simmons and the Jordens will need energy." Rye's tall mother stated, giving the names of the two other families living in their small farmhouse. It was difficult maintaining a farm in District 9, with so much smog in the air, but the Dagenhearts managed to survive, and feed two other families as well.
Rye tried not to look disappointed. She had hoped that their family would get to eat tonight, not the stupid Simmons and Jordens. The small girl managed a fake smile before walking to the door, a basket of bread in her arms. "I'll take it to them." She told her mother before slipping out the door into the cold, smoggy March air.
Rye practically ran to the factory where her father and roommates worked, tripping on her way there. She nearly cursed as the basket flew from her hand, bread falling to the ground as Rye fell with a rather loud 'oof'.
