Ruth Ratheswin-capitol(pk)<done>

The day was bright and glorious. The breeze blew with a soothing feeling. Sometimes you could hear birds chirp now and then. And torturing up above was the sun, blazing us with his scorching hot rays. Lucky for us the clouds were hovering in front of him to protect my delicate snow white skin. I could feel the breeze running through me as it rustled my onyx hair, curly as ever. It smelled of glory and freedom. My ocean eyes scanned the surroundings, everything was as it was. There were kids on the ground glaring at their sparring partner as they realize their defeat. From the other side clangs of metals flew to the hollows of my elf like ears as iron clashed on iron, some I could see were straining under the weight of the opponents weapon. A smile walked on my pale pink lips. These things were what I had to endure through the years, I trained to become a peacekeepers - or as what my parents call them, "money bags" because they could get whatever they wanted through fear and intimidation. Indeed my family is one of the richest families in the capitol, but some how they still crave for more money, but I wanted none of them. All I'm here for was to fulfill my fathers dreams, which I found very annoying because I had other plans - but no I had to become a peacekeeper and be a good example to my siblings because I am the eldest blah blah blah. I really don't give a fuck.

I walked to the middle of the training building, the scenario was still the same, but there were wooden chairs positioned in a semi circle in the middle of the oval park. There were families gathered here and there, some of their kids were smiling, others were hunching forward as if embarrassed by their family's praises to their achievements especially this one, my our graduation day. Some schools would probably ask their students to wear some kind of white fabric that flows down their body as if it were curtains concealing chambers. But not us, as this was no ordinary school - this was a training center for the soon guards of Panem. Where one slip up would cause the district to feel pain and abuses. They told us wear anything we wanted as long as it was formal. Any color of our choice but must be gray. Could you see how contrary the dress code was? But I choose a black suit with gray linings, that fitted my thin body structure well, the arm length was long enough for my branch like arms.

"Ruth! Hey! Over here you dumb ass!."

I paused, caught in a half step. Sucking my breath in, I closed my eyes. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Ex-

"Dumb ass over here!"

My hand clenched open, my bony fingers stretched wide, sweat slid down my pale cheeks. I only know one person who would dare call me that, without the fear of getting hit or bleeding. My asshole of a sister, Cersi. Ruth, dumb ass, numnuts, they're all the same. Insults. Sometimes I couldn't wait for me to become a peacekeeper so I could lock her up and leave her their to rot. But I don't know how my parents would react to that gesture. They might be happy because that's one less child to worry about - or they might disown me, but I really couldn't careless. Alone is what I have, alone protects me.

Ever since I was a little boy in the capitol going to school, trying to please my parents with grades that my classmates envy. My only companion would be myself. My intelligence, sarcasm, writings, investigatory projects. I had no human companion - friend? Is that what you call them? - no one to share my lunch with, laugh at my silly jokes. That's because they thought of me as a freak. The guy who was trained by his parents at a very young age to endure the hardships of the pk training. I remember lunches spent alone playing with my food, staring at groups of kids laughing, talking, having fun. Water started to build up in my eyes, quickly I blinked it away. And just like that I am alright.

"Oh my God Ruth, such a dumb ass look over here!"

A wicked smirk flashed on my lips, my patience was running thin. One more shout and she will find a fist stuck in her pie hole, but I also wanted to annoy her. So I took out my mirror. Placed it close to my eye and I saw her. She was wearing a dress - Ripred she looks horrible - I tried to suppress a laugh beside her was my father wearing a suit similar to mine but it looked to big for him. Something about his illness made him painstakingly thin. When I last visited them I almost didn't want to touch him, because I felt he might wilt the second my fingers reached his skin. Beside him was the wicked witch of the west my mother wearing a necklace full of diamonds and a dress slashed with different colors - she almost looked like a mad painter's work