she's got her head in the clouds [open]

Mirabelle Goulding was wandering about the housing area of district eight. The Autumn breeze ruffled the raven colored hair not concealed by a woolen beanie, made by herself. As usual, the girl's face was hidden in a book, as her imagination was allowed to walk into another dimension.  These were her favorite kinds of books, the kind you could just fall into, while still conscious.

Mira was always reading, whether it was while she got groceries, or before bed, trying to fall asleep, always. When she wasn't, the girl was thinking about things, from which food complimented the other, to what she would do if she was put into the hunger games. Really, it varied, but she was always thinking about something.

Her current book was about turning the tables on typical standards, and how princesses could probably save themselves. Mira wished she was brave like that, or even like her brother for that matter. He had no problem with voicing his opinion, but the girl would never dare speak out of turn. It was unlike her, to even speak. Lost in thought, she didn't notice ramming headfirst into someone.

Falling backwards, her book landed in a puddle, along with her small frame. Her eyes shot up to the person, then glanced sadly at her book. "I, er..." Mira sighed, grabbing the muddy leftover pages. "Sorry."

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