beating boredom {Python}
Jul 28, 2017 13:42:46 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jul 28, 2017 13:42:46 GMT -5
Courtney Parks
District nine
Mysterious mists muddy my mind about the recollections of the day. Its nearly half past six when I can fully recall what my actions are and what exactly they entail. Again annoyance enhances my anger though as my current clothing clearly must have been chosen by my dim witted parents, I am not some silly girl who likes to wear long sleeve shirts and skirts. I waste no time digging through the depths of my parent designed closet to rediscover the location of my black leather jacket and black jeans. Once actually appeased by my attire one last touch is layered onto my lips in a ravishing red hue, my lips meet and make a subtle pop. "Way better." I say before spinning in my black heels to finally get out of this disgusting room I have to call mine.
As I step off the final stair my Mother's eyes don't think to lift before bubbling out the beginning of the sentence: "Ophelia would you mind grabbing the..." She stops swiftly as her eyes inspect me standing at the end of the staircase. Fear fully envelops in her irises as she clearly knows the capacity of her mistake, her eternal mistake. Fury fires up in my chest as I walk into the kitchen just inches from her side. "Really, again Mother? How hard is it for you to remember your own damn daughter's name? I don't even know this Ophelia girl but she sounds nearly as stuck up as you. Maybe she's the little girl you actually want and not a disappointment like me. If that's the case go on and have her cause at least you know I can't stand you." My hands nearly throw the stew she is stirring from its safety on the counter, but I manage to resist. Emotional damage will be enough for tonight.
After such a display walking out of the house into the arms of night has no resistance from either of my parents, perhaps they're finally learning. A sinister smile steals across my lips as I walk around the side of our small house and uncover the small motorcycle I stole several years back. It takes several attempts for the engine to fully erupt with energy, but once it does I send myself soaring onto the streets. It's nights like these I always feel the most free from the stupid shackles of society.
As my body speeds through streets avoiding any signs of those armored in white, the stars above shimmer unstained by any cloud. Moonlight mixes with the strands of my fierce white hair and I notice its length is longer then what I expected. Maybe I'll cut it again once I return home in the morning. A sigh spills from my lips at such an annoying thought, I focus back on the stars instead. In terms of the night sky and space, I've never really cared for them. In this disturbing District people turn to the stars as signs of hope, the people really are quite pathetic. All I see are balls of gas burning millions of miles away eventually destined to one day die, there's no hope they can supply.
My current thoughts are silenced by the shadows of those who I actually consider my friends. Smoke spirals from several lit cigarettes as I pull my cycle up next to the hill of rubbish we always meet at. As I pull myself off the bike a pack of smokes is spun through the air and I catch it with ease, a flame lights it for me as I indulge in its devilish delight. Several of my companions carry the same looks they always do when I first arrive and they say such odd things. Another sigh steals away from my lips laced with smoke. "Okay some of you are doing it again. How long has it been?" Apparently my perception for time is vastly different than theirs'.
Another figure I didn't notice before falls from a seat on top of the hill and allows himself to answer for those who hold back in resistance of my wrath. "About a week Court, not as long as usual. Still would be nice if you were around more." My eyes roll as ash flicks from the end of my smoke. "Well like I've said before I don't know why it is I'm always here at such different times than what I expect. To me I was here just a day ago." The same explanation as always nullifies any words of mutiny from any of their lips, sometimes I wonder if there is a shared secret they all keep from my ears.
When ten thirty finally comes around everyone suddenly subdues the spirals coming from their cigarettes and I follow suit. "Alright let's get going to the party." Confusion cripples my clarity as I raise an eye brow noticeable for all to see. Anthony quickly adds the details as we all walk down a nearby alleyway. "Some girl nearby is throwing a pretty intense party apparently. We figured we'd join in the fun." I nod understanding but I don't hide the slight disdain which creeps across my face. I go to parties for the alcohol, other than that no one ever really destroys anything or does anything to get my heart racing with adrenaline, therefore, they usually are just deafening bores.
A few minutes after arriving to the dimly lit music pumping party I snag a bottle of whiskey and whisk away up to a secluded balcony. Between sips of the strong substance smoke from another lit cigarette enters my system. Everything is exactly as I expected, another boring party with no excitement to be found.
As I step off the final stair my Mother's eyes don't think to lift before bubbling out the beginning of the sentence: "Ophelia would you mind grabbing the..." She stops swiftly as her eyes inspect me standing at the end of the staircase. Fear fully envelops in her irises as she clearly knows the capacity of her mistake, her eternal mistake. Fury fires up in my chest as I walk into the kitchen just inches from her side. "Really, again Mother? How hard is it for you to remember your own damn daughter's name? I don't even know this Ophelia girl but she sounds nearly as stuck up as you. Maybe she's the little girl you actually want and not a disappointment like me. If that's the case go on and have her cause at least you know I can't stand you." My hands nearly throw the stew she is stirring from its safety on the counter, but I manage to resist. Emotional damage will be enough for tonight.
After such a display walking out of the house into the arms of night has no resistance from either of my parents, perhaps they're finally learning. A sinister smile steals across my lips as I walk around the side of our small house and uncover the small motorcycle I stole several years back. It takes several attempts for the engine to fully erupt with energy, but once it does I send myself soaring onto the streets. It's nights like these I always feel the most free from the stupid shackles of society.
As my body speeds through streets avoiding any signs of those armored in white, the stars above shimmer unstained by any cloud. Moonlight mixes with the strands of my fierce white hair and I notice its length is longer then what I expected. Maybe I'll cut it again once I return home in the morning. A sigh spills from my lips at such an annoying thought, I focus back on the stars instead. In terms of the night sky and space, I've never really cared for them. In this disturbing District people turn to the stars as signs of hope, the people really are quite pathetic. All I see are balls of gas burning millions of miles away eventually destined to one day die, there's no hope they can supply.
My current thoughts are silenced by the shadows of those who I actually consider my friends. Smoke spirals from several lit cigarettes as I pull my cycle up next to the hill of rubbish we always meet at. As I pull myself off the bike a pack of smokes is spun through the air and I catch it with ease, a flame lights it for me as I indulge in its devilish delight. Several of my companions carry the same looks they always do when I first arrive and they say such odd things. Another sigh steals away from my lips laced with smoke. "Okay some of you are doing it again. How long has it been?" Apparently my perception for time is vastly different than theirs'.
Another figure I didn't notice before falls from a seat on top of the hill and allows himself to answer for those who hold back in resistance of my wrath. "About a week Court, not as long as usual. Still would be nice if you were around more." My eyes roll as ash flicks from the end of my smoke. "Well like I've said before I don't know why it is I'm always here at such different times than what I expect. To me I was here just a day ago." The same explanation as always nullifies any words of mutiny from any of their lips, sometimes I wonder if there is a shared secret they all keep from my ears.
When ten thirty finally comes around everyone suddenly subdues the spirals coming from their cigarettes and I follow suit. "Alright let's get going to the party." Confusion cripples my clarity as I raise an eye brow noticeable for all to see. Anthony quickly adds the details as we all walk down a nearby alleyway. "Some girl nearby is throwing a pretty intense party apparently. We figured we'd join in the fun." I nod understanding but I don't hide the slight disdain which creeps across my face. I go to parties for the alcohol, other than that no one ever really destroys anything or does anything to get my heart racing with adrenaline, therefore, they usually are just deafening bores.
A few minutes after arriving to the dimly lit music pumping party I snag a bottle of whiskey and whisk away up to a secluded balcony. Between sips of the strong substance smoke from another lit cigarette enters my system. Everything is exactly as I expected, another boring party with no excitement to be found.
