clear for departure. {cinnamon}

Around people, you appear to be fine, but really, you're afraid. You're afraid of people betraying you, being yourself, or maybe falling in love. Sometimes you are easily frightened by little thing and secretly wish someone would notice so they could help you, or maybe for someone to always be there so you would never have to be alone.

The sad part is, you're too tough to let anybody know anything. The sad part is nobody will ever fall in love with you, and all your friends will never get to know you. Its all your fault, its all your fault that for the rest of your life you will not live.

The lighting in the city was never dim. That was probably the reason Dreamer didn't take walks around that part of town. She confined her many thinking-trips to the suburbs where things were so much crazier because honestly, anybody hanging around here when they could be there, where there was always a lonely girl waiting to hook up, and a wild, racy party where hot guys were a dime a dozen, had to be cookoo for coco-puffs.

It was a little known fact among Brittney's friends, that things were wild and strange in the hush-hush, boring 'ol suburbs. They were always too busy partying it up in the real city. None of them took walks on dimly lit streets. Brittney did.

She looked like any other socialite, tall, just curvy enough to provoke curiosity, stunningly hot. With a shining silver tattoo freshly placed on the left side of her face, Britt could even say she had had some 'work done,' like all of her other friends. On the outside, she looked like some pretty little done-up doll, but on the inside things were different. For one thing, even though all her friends suspected Dreamer had been away fro the Capitol for about a year because she was getting herself beautified, she knew it was because she was clinically insane. Her friends thought that when they asked her where she got her nose done, and who came up with her body-plan (who actually, naturally had such a great bod these days!)... and she answered, 'Oh nobody,' with a cute little smile on her face, she was just being coy and trying to pass herself off as a natural beauty. They didn't realize that they were standing in the presence of a goddess-girl. A girl who had it all.

Then there was the tattoo. Dreamer had gotten it done a few weeks ago. A beautiful silvery, permanent until she wanted it gone, tattoo. They thought that the twinkling little star-shapes, clouds, flowers, half-moon, and other dainty beauties were meant to make her look elegant in a fresh, hip, cool, young way. Dreamer knew that the stars were models of what real stars looked like outside of the Capitol, and that the half-moon was the exact one she had gazed upon the first night she had been at the District Two hospital. It had been white! The moon was red and gross in the Capitol, but it was so pretty out in the land of doctors. The delicate vines and flowers running up her face looked exactly like the ones Britt had seen a girl in District Twevle selling, the first time she had left the Capitol and made her way to the Uprisings base. Dreamer had bought thirteen flowers, and given the hungry, gaunt-looking girl enough money to buy herself a new house. Everything had significance and meaning in her tattoo. It was such a clear act of rebelliousness, sometimes Britt could not believe the Capitol Government had not yet arrested her for treason. None of them understood.

One day they would. One day poor, dead Haven, the Leader of the Uprising would look down at the Capitol, and smile as she watched Brittney run around the large city, pointing and laughing at all the couture stores on fire. Brittney would make her home-town and stars would shine. Finally after all the fire had burned itself out, Brittney would look up at the skies and cry herself dry because she knew that everything would be different and--Even though her thoughts did to make sense, Brittney could see it all in her head. It was so beautiful...