Blitzkreig [Cass, Blitz!]

There were things she liked though. She like her dad, when he was in a good mood, and she wasn't around to cause arguments. She liked her sister, sometimes, when she was being nice. She liked a lot of things to do with nature- watching far away animals through the fence that kept her on the inside. She liked dandelions and daisies and buttercups, and the other weedy flowers that, far under the ground, would soon start poking their heads above the ground, looking for spring. She liked the different stages that sugar candy went though when heated to different temperatures, and she liked the way that only an experienced eye could pick the difference between heated sugar at two fourty and two seventy degrees- something that she had recently learned. That was something else that she liked. Learning. It planted the seed of an idea in her head that maybe there was hope for the future. That was something else she liked. Hope. She knew it was stupid, because if she even made it through the next couple of years without being decapitated by something falling from a crumbling residence or boiled to death in her own sugar-cooking pot, she'd spend the rest of her life burning her fingers in the kitchen of the family sweet shop- and to think, this was one of the best available jobs in the district.

She didn't like people she'd never seen in her life coming up to her when she was daydreaming, however, which is why when this happened to her she sat up abruptly, and greeted the stranger with a short, sharp, pointed syllable.

"What?"

He was trying to be friendly. Great. That was just what she wanted. Yet another seedy guy pretending to be friendly so that he could get on her. She couldn't help it that the mask she put on as she awoke every morning was the kind that guys liked to shag. She's spent so long painting it, and now it appeared that there were more flaws than she'd originally thought. Perhaps it was just getting old, as old things fell apart slowly.
Once or twice, she'd let them have their way. She'd let the boys throw her around like a ragdoll, and not once had she felt any little flicker of attraction, of emotion even. Even then, it had only been select guys- boys that she knew would make her seem cool at school if they would show off that they’d done it with her. And even this hadn’t made her feel anything.
This guy wouldn’t do anything for her popularity, and so his presence was certainly not welcome.
“I’m not doing anything that involves you,” she said, her back arched and her eyes peering up at him in disdain.
“So it would be very much appreciated if you could just leave, thanks very much.”
And yet, for some funny reason, she didn’t really sound thankful at all.

“Oh, piss off,” she said, not caring who he was and what he wanted. She never had much patience, but today there was none at all. “Don’t you have anything better to do than bug a little girl? You’re really creepy, you know that?”

She didn’t give a damn what he felt. Not like she would see him again. She’d rather he returned from where he came from, and she hoped that that was far, far away. Preferably near the Capitol, or maybe in the middle of the ocean.

“Anyhow,” She said, voice childish as it often was, “I was here first.”