My eyes flutter open, as the sun shines into the room. I cover my eyes, and slip out of bed. I neatly place the bed cover back over my mattress, and walk out the door.
I find myself in the kitchen, looking at the bench. I grab out a loaf of bread, and drizzle it with nectar. I place them on plates, and line them down the bench.
Pippy walks into the room, her hair sticking up in all directions, and her eyelids still heavy. She waddles over to the table, and starts munching on breakfast.
"Morning, Pippy." I say cheerfully.
"Hi, Emmi." She replies.
I look behind me, at the frightening under stocked cupboards. In front of me, is a thin dining table, and an archway to the sitting room. To my left, lines the hallway that leads to our bedrooms and bathroom. On the right, is a wall-sized window, overlooking the golden crops.
"Tyran is not awake, is he?" Pippy asks, still half asleep.
"Riddle me this, when has he been awake before eight o'clock? I rest my case." I say with a smirk.
Pippy giggles, almost choking on her breakfast.
I start slowly chomping on my rations, and let the flavour of honey sweeten my tongue. I am not even sure how the Ralin's can afford this. It might be best not to know.
I reach over the bench and take Pippy’s plate, and put it in the sink. I head back to my bedroom, and slip out of my pajamas and dress into my clothes. I quickly put my hair in a messy side pony tail, and head out the door. There, I find Pippy, dressed and ready to go.
“Do you have your bag ready?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I did it last night.” She replies.
“Good girl.” I say, as I pat her on the head.
We walk down the street, both heading to school.
I smile, realizing how truly dysfunctional my family is. Both my parents are dead, but I have a sister, Lavender. She is much older than me, so she took care of me. That is, until she had a child. After that, I was always a second thought, never important. I was fourteen at the time. It was lucky I had Tyran, my amazing boyfriend, who offered me to come live with his family. I am so happy with them, I actually feel like I belong, like I do have a loving family. I absolutely adore Pippy, Tyran’s twelve year old sister. I treat her like she was my sister, because she deserves it.
I smile as we reach the end of the street, until we hear an odd screeching. I stop, and turn. I see Tyran racing down the street, his hair a mess, his shoes untied, his shirt still covering his face. He runs into us, and we almost topple over. Tyran quickly pulls his shirt over his body, and pants.
“Why did you leave me there?”
“You weren’t awake. We wanted you to have your beauty sleep.” I smirk.
“Great, because of you, I didn’t have breakfast. I’m starving!” Tyran cries.
“Well, have a big lunch.” Pippy giggles.
Tyran rolls his eyes, and I suppress a laugh.
We reach an intersection, and cross. From the corner of my eye, I can feel eyes trained on me. I don’t fully recognise the boy, since he is hiding behind a fence, but he does look familiar.
We walk down the stretch of road, to the school. A group of girls pass us, all looking at Tyran.
“Hi, Tyran.”
“Hey, Tyran.”
“Looking good today, Tyran.”
“Tyran, hi!”
One of the downsides of being Tyran’s girlfriend is the rep I’ve gotten. Because Tyran is so popular, people expect me to be horrible and mean. But I’m not. I am not one to follow the crowds, be a sheep. Neither does Tyran, and that is why we are so great together.
We finally reach outside the school gates, and I groan. I see Tyran roll his eyes and Pippy giggle.
“Have fun at school!” I say to Pippy, as she waves and runs to class.
“You really like her, don’t you?” Tyran says.
“Yeah, there is nothing here anymore. District nine, and every other district, is just a washed up wasteland with nothing in it. We are ruled by famine, Tyran. I want to hold on to the times of splendor while I can.”
“Times of splendor? We are still stuck in times of desperation, Emmi. And where on Earth did that outburst come from?” Tyran asks, bewildered.
I shake my head, as I start to tear up. Tyran comes up to me, and holds me in an embrace. I rest my head on his shoulder, as Tyran pats my back.
“It will be okay, Emmi. I promise.”
I feel my lips curl up into a smile through the tears. I back away from the embrace, and wipe the tears from my eyes.
And before I know it, Tyran and I are kissing. I know other people in the district will be raising their eyebrows, or teachers will come to reprimand us, but all I know for sure is everything will be alright, as long as I have Tyran.
With him, I can make it out of anything.
I kinda closed the cabint door on my index finger. And it started bleeding - so I thought I should do
something.
All I did was putting the text in order with the pictures, well some of them. It turned out really long, and with a lot of pics. I think that could even be the prolouge without Nemo's part. Perfect start and ending. And at the right lengh for a prolouge.
Depends on Madhatter - if you want Nemo's part in it, or not, or you could explain Nemo's backround story in another chapter in a flashback, or maybe in the games (the part where he's with Ele and Ashlon) he could tell them about it or something.
(Was done with 9 fingers only.
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