30 days of writing: Day 10

beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.

Sara again, because I like her.

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The first time Sara gets to leave District Six she feels like she could conquer the world. They’re in a slow, heavy cargo train hauling machinery to District Nine but she doesn’t care. Doesn’t care that everyone’s teasing her, that her bunk is a foot and a half from the ceiling because that’s the rookie spot, doesn’t care that she’s got graveyard shift unloading in Nine and she ought to be sleeping.

Doesn’t care because Madi smiled at her and motioned out the back with a jerk of her head, and they’re sitting up on the top of a boxcar watching the city disappear behind them and the rails gleam silver in the sunlight.

30 days of writing: Day 11

beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.

Preview/spoiler for the rebellion fic I'm working on.

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She thought she was ready. They’ve been planning ever since the card was read, trying to think of all the contingencies, Rokia saw her grandmother last night, late, and she’ll be with the girls now, at Sal’s, and they’ll leave in a couple days on the train and disappear.

And still it sounds like the escort is a couple districts over when she calls out the name—Poppy, not Rokia, and Plutarch said that’s how it would go but she knows better than to trust him. And then—“Chester Phillips,” the escort trills, and Rokia can’t breathe.

“I volunteer,” the voice is uninflected, harsh.

Rokia can see again. Phillips is staring at Terence, his expression completely blank. Terence shrugs one shoulder, his face twists into a sardonic smile, and he steps forward, climbs the steps, and takes Poppy’s hand.