they don't care | self para | the day before
"Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."
At some point my parents left for their work who were joined by my siblings until I was left alone in the dining table. Not like it made any difference. Letting out a sigh I finally ripped my eyes from the blood stench calendar when I heard my name fall from Edens, our maid, lips. "I'm so sorry, I mean do you need anything else my lady?" she immediately corrected herself. I gave her a huge smile and shook my head. "No, breakfast was delicious I am full and I told you, you don't have to call me that. Makes me feel old." I shudder trying to make her feel not-so-bad. With a small okay she left to go do her duties - I hope.
I on the other hand ran to my room where I dropped to the floor beside my bed. Moving around some boxes I pulled a floorboard off and stuck my hand in until I felt the rough cover of my book. Its cover was old since it was form the dark ages but because of that reason it was one of my favorites and now that I was alone I could finally read it without getting the evil eye from father. I had actually gotten this from him - without him knowing of course. Once when he brought me along to one of his tradings I spotted this book in one of the piles and me being me I just couldn't help it. I still hope he forgives me for stealing from him!
Walking out of my house I began to flip the marked pages until I got to the place I had left off last night. Everyone else that was my age was either heading to school or work so I was left alone in the streets in matter of minutes. Settling under a tree I propped the book on my knees and got lost in the words of George Orwell.
"Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which." I read the last words, that I had underline and circled multiple times, of the book. That last paragraph had such a deep meaning that sometimes I would just read this book so I could read the last paragraph one more time. Yes, I do that and yes it's weird but as anyone could tell; the characters in the pages were my only companions as corny and depressing as that sounded. I guess in this case, pigs were my friends. Dandy.
Just as I closed my book, school was dismissed and noticed that I had spent my whole day out of here. Brushing my clothes off I stood up as a group of kids rushed out with a rattling old ball as they began to play the famous game of soccer; I had read all about it in my books and just wished I could play with them. But as usual they all looked at me, took in my non-poor clothes and turned away. I had done nothing but my family had and like the quote says; 'blood is thicker than water'. Giving them a smile I turned around and headed back to hell - I mean my home sweet home.
Hiding my book underneath my clothes I headed towards the kitchen but i never made it there because father forgot to shut the door to his 'trading room' or his 'office' as he likes to call it. Walking to close it for him because I knew he hated people looking in there but I stopped on my tracks when I noticed that he was in fact in there. With some client and let me just say that this client had a lot of shit - I mean stuff to trade. On one of the corner of the rooms were two girls I expected were destine for the hub to work on something really low. On the floor between them were boxes filled with goods from salt to wild turkey but something else caught my eyes. There were two boxes filled with weapons. Biting my lip I prepared to leave but of course with my luck father caught me.
"Malia go to your bedroom right now. Dinner is in a few and haven't I told you to never come into my office without my permission. You claim to be so smart but I have yet to see that side of you." he snapped at me like I had done something wrong. Last time I checked this old man, sorry my father, had left the door open. This is what I get for being too kind. Instead of snapping back at him like I was in my mind I nodded and said only one thing. "yes father"
Turning on my heels I change my destination and headed for my room instead with only one thing in mind; what I had just seen would be my life. That was if I survived tomorrows reaping.