Hubertus Hubert (D10) FIN
Jan 13, 2018 16:20:30 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Jan 13, 2018 16:20:30 GMT -5
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I am Hubertus Hubert, resident of District 10, age 16, only child of a current single parent. How may I help you today? Want to know about me? Sure thing! Get yourself comfortable. Don't get too comfortable, though. Wouldn't want you to fall asleep on me.
As you know, my name is Hubertus Hubert, but you can call me Hubert, or Hu. You can use whichever one you like more! I was born to two parents, one of them being the most beautiful lady in all of Panem, and the other I cannot say anything about. My mom always taught me that if I have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. I don't really know my dad that well, anyways. He left me when I was two. My mom doesn't really like talking about him, either, so I have almost no information about him, other than he helped create me. I hope he's okay, though. I hope nothing bad happened to him. I don't like to think about it, but I wonder if he had been caught by the Peacekeepers and taken to jail, or killed. I don't like thinking that, but it might have happened. I always assume everyone's innocent until proven guilty, and even then it takes a couple of strikes for me to officially call them guilty. In turn, I think I might have been used a couple of times due to my kindness.
My mom did a great job making ends meet, being a single mother and all. She may not have been home most of the time because of her job as a breeder, but she made sure she spent as much time as she could when she was home. We used to play all these fun little games with the stuffed animals we had. I loved playing "farm." The game was to pretend to essentially be a farmhand, taking care of all the animals as well as growing crops and trading resources. I enjoyed the game so much I introduced it to my friends at school and we played it whenever we could. We eventually developed our own, more complex version of it later on.
Don't worry, she didn't leave me at home alone and unattended. Before my dad left, my mom stayed home with me. I assume that she cared very much for me, but I have no memory of what happened during that time. After my dad left and after my mom had to get a job, She dropped me off at a family friend's house to play with their kids. I tended to gravitate towards their youngest girl, who happened to also be my age. Nothing could separate us, and I almost always ended up crying when my mom picked me up to go home. Spoiler alert: it's foreshadowing. I think. I don't even know what foreshadowing is. The education system in District 10 isn't the best.
Speaking of education, I didn't start until I was 6. I had a late birthday. Luckily, my friend who happens to be a girl had a late birthday as well, so we were in the same grade. What a coincidence! My best friend and I in the same grade! It still surprises me to this day! WE aren't as close as we were back then, though. More on that later!
I loved learning! New information always fascinated me, regardless of where it came from. If you watched me, you could see my sea-foam green eyes shine with excitement. However, not everyone shared the same excitement I had. More people started off enjoying the free education because it was new and we were young. But year after year, more and more of my classmates got their soul drained out of them. I hear people talking about how much they would rather do anything else than go to school. Some people even talked about how they would rather die than to go to school. That frightened me. How could others hate school that much? Why would they choose death over the learning of education? Yeah, teachers gave us loads of classwork that hindered the amount of sleep we got, and most of it seemed to be "pointless," but we still got an education. A FREE education. I think it's free anyways. I never had to pay for it, and my mom never talked about paying for it. I did love education, and I still do. I wish others could be just as excited as I am about it.
As we got older, I noticed how everyone started forming their own cliques. I had my old childhood friend who I still hung out with. So remember how I said something about foreshadowing? I still don't know what it means, but I'll explain what I think it means. Foreshadowing is when an action or event seems irrelevant at the time, but it happens again in a very similar way later on in life in a more significant way. I think what happened must have been around 7th or 8th grade. Middle school wasn't the best for me, not because of the education, but because everyone turned into bullies and chose to pick on me for the majority of middle school. Because of that, I have very select memories during that time. Anyways, during 7th or 8th grade, my female friend and I were hanging out after school one day. We stayed after to work on a project. As we sat on one of the benches outside, I think one of her brothers walked up to us. He looked at us solemnly and told us some pretty terrible news. I remember it being bad when I my mom had to take me away from my friend's house when I was younger, but when I heard that her family had to be relocated to a completely new part of the District, my heart sank. My childhood friend was taken from me. I no longer had someone to hangout with, unless I wanted to traverse however long it was (I still don't know, but it takes a good, solid 45 minutes to walk to her house from my house if I walk fast the entire time). We looked at each other with teary eyes. We knew our lives were about to change, for the better or for the worse.
Her brother had to walk her home, and I was stuck doing the rest of the project. I gave her a semi-wet hug before having to watch her leave. I sat there in silence for a while, staring blankly at what I was supposed to be doing before finally giving up and going home. My mom didn't come home for a while because she had a late shift today, but she noticed that something was up. I didn't usually stay awake this late. I typically was a sleep before she got home if she had one of her later shifts. After talking to her about what happened, she asked me if I knew where they had been relocated to. I told her that it was about an hour away from their old home, but that I didn't get an exact location.
My mother proceeded to comfort me about what happened as i let my emotions flow. I don't typically cry, ever, so this was a huge deal for me. She told me that she was sure that my friend would eventually come back and show me her new home. I wanted to believe it so badly. I kept my hopes up for the next year or so. Ever time I heard the door knock, I hoped it was her. But every time I opened it, I got let down. I never lost hope, though. I knew that she would come back. We were close friends, I thought. We wouldn't let any distance get between us.I lost track of time waiting for her. It consumed my life for a while. I couldn't focus much on school. I got behind. That project we were working on before she left never got finished. I let myself slip up.
One day during the summer between 9th and 10th grade, I get a knock on the door. Like usual, I get excited, hoping that it's my long lost friend. I open the door with a giant grin on my face. The person behind the door is her brother. My smile remains intact, but I feel a little worried now. Why is her brother here? Why didn't she come herself? "I've come bearing some terrible news." No one ever wants to hear those words. My heart dropped so far down that if my taint was a hole, it would have fallen straight out of me. "My sister dragged me all the way down here to say hi to you." She walked into view from behind her brother with a little smile on her face and a lot of red on her face. I gave her a tight hug and told her how much I missed her. She hugged back and told me about how she was sorry she couldn't come sooner. She got caught up in school and getting adjusted to a new home.
I offered them to come inside. The brother declined because he wanted to meet up with a couple of his old friends, but she came in gladly. We spent hours just talking, catching up on our lives. She didn't enjoy the first couple of months after moving, but she eventually got adjusted to the new environment. After a couple of months after moving, she had found a boy she had liked, and a month later they started dating. Listening to that, my heart sank a little. I didn't really expect her to start dating anyone. I never really thought about dating anyone myself simply because I didn't feel like it was important. I wasn't really romantically interested in anyone. That still didn't change the fact that it still kinda hurt that she had found someone else and I hadn't. I didn't let that stop me from enjoying spending time with her. It had been far too long to ruin a perfectly good moment like this. She was happy, so I was happy.
My mom came home, and I excitedly mentioned that someone special had returned. My mom noticed my friend sitting across the table from me and beamed. "I told you she'd come back." Before she had come home, my friend and I had talked about taking me back to her place sometime. I asked my mom if we could do that sometime this summer. She said that it was okay with her as long as she knew where I was going before I ran off. My friend asked if I could come over tonight. My mom shrugged and said as long as I was back safely by tomorrow, I could go. My body filled up with euphoria. I finally got to go visit my friend's new house. We just had to wait for her brother to return before we could head on out.
I quickly packed up a couple of things in a small drawstring and I came back down to the two conversing. I rejoined them we continued to talk at the table for another half an hour before her brother came back. My mom waved us off and told us to be safe. Her brother was cool with watching over another soul for the journey back. Her parents knew me well enough and I had slept over a couple of times before, so I knew it would be okay if I came over slightly unannounced.
An hour later, we arrived at her house. It wasn't anything to fancy or big. It was about the same as her older house, but it didn't feel the same. It felt weird to me, but I figured I'd get used to it the more I visited. Her parents seemed happy to see me and welcomed me with hugs. They had just finished setting up dinner, so we sat down and at a wonderful meal. I felt famished after making an hour long journey, and enjoyed every morsel. Later, after we excused ourselves, she took me on a tour of her neighborhood. We ran into a couple of her friends, which she introduced me to. I was low-key surprised about how many friends she had made, because I didn't really think about her having other friends thane me. I guess I was should have known because she was thrown into a new place and needed to adapt and didn't have me, but still. I even got to meet her boyfriend. My gut instantly didn't like him, but I forced that feeling away. I knew that being angry wouldn't solve anything. If she was happy, I was happy, and nothing could change that. She is my friend, not a toy. I should feel happy for her. My gut didn't listen to reason, so I didn't listen to my gut. We had fun hanging out, but had to return due to a new curfew she had.
We gave our farewells to her friends, and made it back to her house. One of her brothers offered to give up his room for me, and I thanked him greatly, and got ready for bed. I had a few weird dreams during the night. One of them included my friend and I getting married, while another one was of me beating her boyfriend. I woke up gasping for air. My friend woke me up with a large grin as she woke me up by pinching my nose together. I quickly forgot the weird dreams I had, and played wrestled with her as I pushed her off of me. We did that for a couple more minutes until we got out of breath. Laying on our backs, we looked at each other and laughed. I felt something weird inside of me, something I had never felt before. I felt like I was a silver lining on a cloud. Or on the 9th cloud. I'm not the best with sayings. I think I wanted to kiss her at that moment, but I knew it would just make the friendship convoluted and awkward. Her parents called us down for breakfast, anyways. I'm glad they did, because I didn't want to do anything stupid.
I enjoyed the breakfast just as much as I enjoyed dinner the night before. Her family and I had fun just talking about everything. I forgot how much I had felt at home with her family. I didn't want to overstay my welcome, so after breakfast, I packed up my stuff. I thanked them greatly for the meals and letting me stay over. Her mom and my friend walked me back home. I felt a little bad for making them walking me all the way back, even though I would almost definitely had gotten lost without them. I gave both women a hug before they had to head on back home. My mom wasn't home when I walked in, so I went straight to my room to relax. My mom had come home soon after I did with food from the local market. I greeted her and excitedly told her everything that happened, and asked if my friend could come back sometime later over the summer. She agreed, but said that it just had to be okay with her parents.
For the rest of the summer, we hung out a couple more times. I could now walk to and from our houses without any help, but my mom hated it since it was such a long journey for me to do alone. I understood her worry, but I knew that I would be fine. I promised her I wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. Once the school year hit, we couldn't see each other as much due to all the work we had. We only were able to see each other maybe once that year, but then summer came along. She came down for my 16th birthday, and I had come down for her 16th birthday. We got to hang out a couple more times other than that, but nothing much has happened other than that. I got out of my slump for school, though ever since I got to see her. She still is with the boy from earlier, which always makes me a little disappointed, but I will never ever let that get in my way. I'll try to be optimistic about everything, no matter how hard it will be.
So, yeah, that's my life up until now. I hope I didn't bore you today! Thanks for listening in, and come back if you ever want to talk again! See you next time!
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