Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2015 1:56:35 GMT
She who daydreams
She finally made it to her destination. She skipped through the preserve, looking at the gorgeous scenery. So far there was nothing out of the ordinary. Cierra didn't bring much protection with her. All she packed with her was mountain ash and her slingshot. Would anything be bold enough to appear during the day? The brunette set her bag down and plopped herself in the grass. She reached into her messenger bag and slipped her slingshot into her pocket.
The teen made sure that her shoes were tied tightly before doing anything. She took a deep breath and stood up. She stretched and then exhaled, a determined look consuming her face. She eyed a fallen tree that would aid her in her monkey vaults. Even though she had been training most of her life, those vaults still terrified her. It was scary to dive face first over something and hope you didn't face plant afterward.
"This is the only stupid vault that I've been having issues with. I can do this." She whispered to herself. She narrowed her eyes at the tree and ran toward it at full speed. She dove over it and used her palms to push off of it. The female did it too early and her feet clipped the edge. She shrieked and fell forward, landing in a scorpion position. A small groan escaped the huntress's lips and she raised her head.
"Again." She growled, standing up. She brushed off her cargo shorts and walked back toward her messenger bag. She shook her hands a bit as if to get herself relaxed. She attempted once more, dashing toward the fallen tree. This time she dove too late and had to save herself by doing a shoulder roll. She groaned in frustration and sighed. She didn't dare say that she couldn't do it. She remembered when she was first training to be a hunter and her father would always scold her if she said that she couldn't do something.
She felt like it was her duty to perfect everything since none of her siblings wanted to be hunters. Cierra was determined to please her parents, to make them happy. It was a difficult path that she didn't choose, but did it really matter? She wasn't normal to begin with. She was socially awkward and she couldn't stay still for five minutes. There was no such thing as being a normal teenager in her opinion. The dark skinned girl laid on her back and looked up into the sky.
"I came here for a reason. I came here to prove to my parents that I've got what it takes to be a hunter. How can I be a respected hunter if I ca---," she closed her eyes tightly and slammed her fist into the ground. She was getting frustrated, "if I...can't do one simple vault?" She asked herself, finally opening her big, brown orbs. Cierra was trying her best, she really was. She just wished her parents would accept that trying and failing wasn't a bad thing.
Her eyes watered and she failed miserably at holding back her tears. She bit her lower lip and flipped over, laying on her stomach. She got on all fours and punched at the ground aggressively. Her tears flowed like a leaky faucet, staining her face. She was thankful that she was alone at the moment. She wouldn't want anyone to see her meltdown. Cierra let out a scream and clenched the grass in her hands.
"Why can't either of you understand that I'm trying?! It's hard trying to be the good one out of all my siblings because they were the ones who screwed up! I can't carry all of that responsibility on my own!" She sniffled and rubbed her burning eyes. She masked her anger with her smile and laughter because it was easier to do that than explain to people what was really wrong. No one would understand anyway, not even her parents. They would simply tell her to get herself together and get the job done.
Cierra laid back down in the grass and moved into the fetal position. Why were they sent to Beacon Hills? Nothing has happened since she arrived. She bit her lower lip and listened to the leaves rustling due to the wind. Once she calmed down, she would give the vault another go. She needed to get this finished because it was like her parents always said, trying isn't good enough.
