I ran out of my room, growling. "Mom! I don't want to hang out with a boy from the Town Center! They're all... stuck up and rude. Plus, they make fun of us," I grumbled, walking out the door. I heard her yelling at me, telling me to come back here or I would be grounded. Grounded from what? We had no television. No ways of entertainment except for walking and hunting. But my mother wouldn't ground me from hunting, would she? No. That was our only way of surviving. She wouldn't be that cruel. Even on her own level.
It's true. The rumors around school. My mother was cruel. She tried to hit me and my younger brother, Michel. I always took the hit because my brother was only eight. We've tried to run away, but the Peacekeepers keep coming back to catch us and take us home. I, of course, always kept trying. That was me. I was known as Skylar Markson, the criminal. I didn't care. I honestly didn't.
I ran onto the sidewalk, getting away from... her. After a couple of blocks, I slowed down to a walk. I sighed, crossing my arms and moving the dark brown hair from my face. I looked around, counting the Seam houses I passed. 45....47....50. I dropped my gaze, knowing how many people died everyday because they didn't have enough food to last. It hurt me deeply. Maybe because my father left us for another woman. We don't see him anymore, and I'm glad we don't. He betrayed us. He betrayed me. He told me he loved me and would never leave. I even made him promise. (Because that's just how I am.)
I shook my head, clearing my head of those horrible, saddening thoughts. I looked up for the first time and finally realized I was at the Town Market. "Dang it," I murmured, before falling down onto the ground. I growled, shaking my head. "Hey, watch it!"
Subject: An Unlikely Friendship 
Fri Aug 05, 2011 11:42 am
