|
|
Post by kiwi on Apr 18, 2010 15:21:44 GMT -5
Why me? Why me? Why me? Azzurra asked herself as she ran, her heart thumping in her chest with every long stride that she took with her bare feet. She had no certain destination in mind to where she was running, nor was she running for any purpose other then training. Maybe if it were possible, she would pick a destination. If it were possible, she would get up in the morning and just run until she was out of the fence, through the forest, through all her troubles and out of that god-forsaken country that forced children to kill each other. If not for the Hunger Games and her parents' fervent dedication to them, her life would be normal. She could wake up and be a normal child and have friends and love someone and never have to worry about losing them, but more precisely- losing herself to the Hunger Games.
These thoughts always seemed to pass through her mind every day when she ran, but she liked it. Running was one of the only things that helped her clear her mind. When she was running, everything always seemed to click right into place, like the pieces of a puzzle that she was struggling to solve. Even when she wasn't confused about something, she was thinking. Venting out her feelings was easiest for her by staying in motion, by the feel of her bare feet pounding against the pavement. It was like her happy place inside of hell, a place only she could escape to when she was feeling bad.
Today was one of those days when she had to escape, she had to free herself from all the stress she was under. Even so, she was also training. She had to be physically fit just in case her name was chosen that year for the Hunger Games, but she desperately clung onto the hope that it wouldn't be. She could surely live if she was chosen- she had been trained her whole life for the Games- but she never. ever wanted to go. She wanted so badly to live that normal life that she dreamed about, where she could have friends and family and she wouldn't have to train every single day of her life. Then there was the fact that she could never in her life kill a human being. Her one weakness as a Career, and it would hurt her if she were chosen. She would fight till she had no fight left inside of her, but killing an innocent teenager who actually had a life to go back to? It scared the living daylights out of her.
Her golden hair tossing around her head as she ran, Azz looked wild. Her expression was contorted into a mean, unhappy frown and her eyes glared daggers towards the ground where she had averted her gaze. Her forehead had started beading with sweat long ago from the exertion and the heat, and her wavy hair was messy and uncombed. Her bare feet were covered in dirt and she wore a tank top and shorts to keep cool. The weather was warm and sunny- one of the only positive things about that day- and there was barely a cloud in the sky so the afternoon sun shined brightly over everything. Even so, Azzurra wasn't paying attention to anything else other then her thoughts.
Which was probably the reason why she collided with a random stranger and tumbled forwards onto the ground. Immediately her mind cleared up and she caught herself from falling on her face by landing on the palms of her hands instead of say, her nose. "Umph." She said as she felt her palms scrape slightly against the pavement. She pushed herself off of the ground and ignored the slight amount of blood and looked at the other stranger with anger in her eyes. Today was not her day to be colliding with random strangers.
"Watch where you're walking, couldn't you see I was coming by?" Her voice was as cold and angry as her gaze.
Today was definitely not her day.
[/size][/color] |
|
