Yarrow Galax [District 12] | CB

Yarrow Galax – 17 – Male – District Twelve

People might have a lot to say about how he looks if they weren’t already talking about what he does every afternoon.

Because that’s just it – he’s good looking. Dark eyes, brown hair, a kind face. Not too short, either, standing at about 6 feet and strong. And it’s not like anybody expects him to dress well, not in District Twelve. The best he can do is wash his clothes and rinse the coal dust off, and nobody’s complaining. All that really matters is that he’s quiet and intense – a combination that leaves the gossipy mothers of District Twelve somewhat baffled when they pass him in the marketplace.

Everyone whispers about him.

Nobody knows why, or can remember when it started, but each day after school gets out he goes to the middle of the District Square, clad in whatever ratty clothes he’s got to keep warm.

And he sits, cross-legged, staring straight ahead for no good reason.

Who is that boy? Why is he there? What’s he doing?

Some say it’s because he’s waiting for something or someone. Nobody knows. They ramble on about what they know about him – that he’s smart in school, really smart, but that he works hard in the coal mines on the weekends and that’s probably what he’ll do when school stops. They know that he doesn’t have many friends because most kids avoid him, that he’s only got his mom anymore because his dad had some accident or other. And his mom’s a nice, hard-working woman, and she raised him to be polite and to keep a level head when things go bad. If he’s lonely, nobody cares – he’s quiet and kind of a weirdo, keeping to himself and ignoring the world as best he can.

And he just sits.