Ever feel like your the only one who cares(Kire)

Her boots caused the gravel beneath her to crunch as she walked along one of the gravel paths around District twelve. Nestled into her well-worn leather boots as they were, her feet were probably the warmest part of her. It was a chilly day and she wore no coat. Then again, she never wore a coat, she didn't even have one. Sadly, today was a little chilly even if the sun peeked out every so often. With her arms bare it made her grow cold faster, as she had expected. However, she was used to the cold and didn't complain. The gravel continued to crunch under her feet as she went on down the path, head slightly bowed and shoulders raised against the cold. Her blue-gray eyes were narrowed against the slight breeze that flitted past her face.

She was looking at the ground just ahead of her when a pebble hit one of her boots. Startled out of her semi-trance, Kiar looked up to see who or what had kicked the pebble. A few yards/meters ahead of her stood a boy, he looked to be a few years older than her, about three or so. He looked to be only a couple of inches taller than her and appeared to be talking to himself. She quietly drew closer, not wanting to disturb him but also wanting to continue on her way. She caught most of what he was saying, but then again, why did it matter, she was just going to walk right on past this guy.

"Ever feel like you are the only one who cares? Like no matter how hard you try you won't get the change you want? It's almost like the people only care about themselves, like if they try help they will die. People need to learn survival is easier when you work together." It was somewhat of a long winded speech, and yet it seemed to just flow from him as though he had practiced it for years. For all she knew, he had. Even though she knew he was speaking the truth, she also knew that if he was caught saying such things he could be whipped. Maybe it would be best to avoid him, so she would stay out of trouble. That hasn't stopped you before. Think of all the times you've nearly been struck for wandering too close to the fence.

Unable to make up her mind, she just walked, letting the boy decide if he wanted to talk to her or not. She didn't attempt to hide, but she didn't go over to him either. Well, here she went, it would be in a few moments that he would spot her. Whether he called her over, ignored her or told her to go away would be for him to choose.