Quelling the Flames

Timothy Crass, District 6, Task 1

I fiddled with the bottom of my costume. It was rather itchy and a little to pretentious for me. I 'twas dark grayish blue tunic with a gold vest. The vest laced up at the top and was so carefully detailed. It had little trains with smoke billowing out of them stitched on. I laughed thinking of how ridiculous I look. I started to thnk of how if my little sister Kimmy was here she would respond to my complaints of how awful I looked by throwing pink glitter on me insisting how it would help. I chuckled and couldn't help feeling a bit emotional when I thought about Kimmy. What would happen to her now. Who would take care of her every day. I was repulsed with the thought of her being alone with that pitiful excuse for a father. He is always drunk and sometimes abusive. I remember when I was younger an how she had taken care of me. My father had thrown a vase at my head after I came home later that night. He insisted that he had told me to get more beer for him but he hadn't told me anything. The vase luckily missed my head but hit the wall behind me and shattered. Shards o f the glass had pierced my skin. Later that night Kim had brought her medical supplies and helped me. At first I insisted that I did not need help form the 10 year old but she didn't let that stop her. Our father won't know how to take care of her he won't know her like do. He won't know that she likes a Dutch braid and requires at least one glass of orange juice on the morning because she insist that it " will make her skin stay beautiful. He doesn't know that when she goes to the park she likes to swing on only the fifth swing. I am afraid that she will be unhappy and all of the great things about her will be gone. I worry that-
Suddenly my deep entanglement of thoughts were interrupted....