Leo
I watched her step off of her front step and use her shoulder to shut the sodden door. She walked hunched over, squeezing her threadbare jacket closer as if willing it to be warmer.
No early birds sang, even though it was time for them to be out. The buildings on either side of her leaned towards her, as if stooping from all the weight. Even the sky seemed a little more dreary here than anywhere else in the Sector, and that was saying something because the rest was truly nothing to look at either. Sector three has the reputation of being the worst of them all; The food rations are particularly feeble, something that you can observe from the ribs poking through the working clothes of those who work in the factories-which have especially harsh hours. Those who work in the factories are usually the unlucky ones-they go in with the little bit of happiness they've been able to salvage form their childhoods and they come out like zombies unable to see any beauty left in the world. Mindless work will do that to you.
She turned a corner, completely unaware of my presence. I sighed with the weight of my task; I didn't want to tell her, watch her eyes light up when she realizes that she could, somehow, escape from here. When she realizes that she does not have to stay here with a perpetually empty stomach and clothes that never fit quite right-that she is being called into the lap of luxury.
At least, thats what most of them think. There are some who don't like where I take them. there are some who detest it-those are usually the ones who have something they left behind-a sibling or a boyfriend. But they never last long anyways, so I don't know whats better-submitting to lie or realizing the truth.
I quicken my pace to catch up to her. Its about time I let her know who she really is.