☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
"Day seven-hundred and thirty... a whole two years, and I still got no other girls in that damn box. What's a girl gotta do, huh?"
Brushing a hand through the knots in her hair, raking back the waves with her fingers as a comb, she continued her way towards the box with a forced smile on her lips. Only moment ago had she been interrupted by the greenie alarm while bandaging Winston's hand — again! — and sent Jeff and Clint ahead of her. They had quickly come back baring news of a boy.
Was it a crime to want another girl? Just for once?
Shaking the thought from her mind, she approached the box in record time. There were a few boys gathered around, lingering to keep tabs on the greenie while they awaited her arrival. She rose a brow; "What do we got us, boys?"
"Young one," Gally said.
"Think he klunked himself," Fry added.
Kennedy rolled her eyes and grabbed Gally's hand, allowing him to lower her down until six inches remained beneath the souls of her boots and the box. She dropped down from the tarmac square with a light thump! and landed onto the metal base with both knees bent, as to ease the jolt of her bones that it stinted her kneecaps. A smile so sweet it was sickly, and a heart of shining gold were always what the newest greenies needed — or, so the group of kids found over the time they had all been in the glade. And that had been an awfully long time, for some of them. Kennedy included.
