My Peeta Mellark

Home again

"Thanks!" I say to the taxi driver just before he hits the peddle under his foot. I don't blame him for being in a hurry: It's almost midnight. I sigh and take the handle of my suitcase. Geeze, I think. I always forget how heavy it is. If you didn't pack so much stuff it'd be less like carrying an elephant, I lecture myself silently.  But it doesn't last, because my self punishment is out-weighted by logic. 

How could I not pack a lot? I just traveled back from New Zealand.

 Another one of my adventures. "Unusual adventures" according to every normal person in this town. Even though it's midnight I can still see neighbors looking out their windows to judge me. I roll my eyes and take out the keys to my house. Unlocking it, I practically trip over the place-mat, awkwardly. That about sums me up, too. Perfect example: Being awkward when there is no one to make things awkward. I make it to my room and drop the bag on the floor. 

I always miss home when I leave, but I'm not attached enough to pass an opportunity to travel.Neither would Adri( My best friend). She's the only one in this sluggish city that understands me remotely. Not only in the desire to travel, but also in my obsession: Reading. We both tend to fangirl over things. I blabble over books, movies and such while she talks about her bands, music and books. 

 My Books! I half jog sleepily over to my book dresser and graze my fingers over the spines of each one. This is what I miss the most when I travel. I miss the solitude of books and tea on a rainy day. The only reason I don't usually miss Adri is because she comes with me on my escapes. She didn't come with me to New Zealand because her favorite band came to the area again. And that meant seeing her boyfriend. 

I always considered her lucky. At least her dream guy existed... 

 Slowly I change into PJ's and snuggle up in bed, deciding to unpack in the morning. I don't end up sleeping yet though. I can't resist flipping a few pages into The Hunger Games, again. That was the plan anyways... A few pages. 

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 Around 3:00 A.M. I begin to get dizzy with the words swirling around my brain. I keep reading, guessing it's the jet-lag getting to me. But when my eyes begin to burn, as if the pages ignited into fire, I get that I probably need my sleep. 

It's not long before I black out from exhaustion...