✘ District 7 ✘
Dwight Blaine Doom
When I arrive home, I'm a little hesitant to go through the door. Hopefully my parents are still knocked out. I enter my idea of hell, planning to be as quick as possible. My nose instantly wrinkles at the smell of alcohol and vomit. Absolutely disgusting.
I don't want to stick around long enough for my parents to see me, so I make quick silent steps towards my room. I empty out a few drawers of clothes and stuff them into a nearby backpack. When I'm done, I sling the backpack over my shoulder and grab my toothbrush. I don't want Elixa to go through the trouble of cooking for me again, so I stick my head in the kitchen to find something to use. The spice cabinet is stocked, to I grab a few bottles. In the fridge, there should be a bit of food for me to take. I grab some lemons, eggs, and a large meat that my parents never bothered to cook. There's still some food left, but I save that for my parents.
When I'm done, I exit out the front door. There's a slight slam sound from upstairs that can be heard, so I begin to sprint towards the market street. The very thought of meeting my parents right now gives me a pain in my chest.
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