The biggest mistake of her life (Kayla, closed)

Darcy woke up with a smile on her face. The sun was shining and her bird Tweeters was chirping up a storm. Today was a day for happiness, a day for love. She was going to make someone see that. She was tired of walking by people who had a frown on their face. It gave her a frowny face and she hated being sad. It almost ruined the whole day. So she thought of her goal as she got dressed. She picked a strapless, bright yellow sundress with a short, but very flowy skirt. Then she picks a matching head band and a giant yellow purse and she's off, after feeding her bird. She stops in the kitchen and gives her mom a peck on the cheek before heading out the door with a giant smile on her face.

She quickly walked down the street, looking for a suitable victim. Most people were smiling like her, well not as big as her but definitely grinning at the least. It made her happy to see everyone else so happy. It was just... so happy. Then, like a weed amongst flowers she sees him. She knew him from somewhere. He was a year older and his name was Gilbert. She always thought he needed help. She'd never seen him smiling once and he always had the same, dreary black clothes. It was fortunate that she'd come along. She turns in his direction, a big smile on her face. "What's with the frown, today's too nice to be sad. I mean, just look at the weather!..." she trails off, enjoying the weather herself. Then she looks back at him, her red hair waving softly in the breeze. I'm Darcy by the way. Darcy Lyons."

Darcy's smile was unaltered by his reply. She knew he was going to be difficult. Anyone who never smiled and wore all black, all day, every day was going to be difficult. In fact, his almost heartless reply just strengthened her resolve. Then she caught him looking her up and down. She was often called pretty and even beautiful at times. She was used to it. Maybe... this time it could help her.

She looked up at him, for he was quite taller than her, and beamed, peering out at him from under her lashes. "How do you not like to smile? That's like not liking being happy or... liking being depressed. No one should frown all day... it bums out the rest of the world. Do you like bumming everyone else out, so that they are just as sad or angry as you are? That doesn't seem very fair." her voice was soft, unaccusing.

His new, blank expression frustrated her slightly. This would be harder than she thought, but hey. She needed a challenge. Then he looked tired. It was a almost as if she was tiring him out. "How rude." she thought, a bit miffed. Then he pulled on his hood, blocking his face from the bright sun. She must admit, it was a bit unbearable... he must be really hot under all that black. "Serves him right for wearing it on such a hot day." she thought.

She saw his almost smile as he was looking at her. So she was doing something right. This pleased her and her smile became just a bit wider. His words were selfish though, and that was a pet peeve. But as she spoke, her voice was once again soft and neutral, with maybe just a bit of disappointment in his lack of cheer. "Like I said: that doesn't seem very fair. Sadness leads to other, darker thoughts that don't do any good. Why do you think we're in such a mess in the first place. I don't think anyone in the Capitol is truly happy. Maybe that's why they're so over the top, trying to look like they were. Smiling does good. Besides, if the whole world was sad then that would mean children were sad to. Could you bear to live in a world of unhappy children? I couldn't."

Darcy scowled for the second time in her whole life. He yawned at her! "How hard is it to smile? Smile?" she thinks, entirely frustrated. Of course she wasn't going to give up but it was always nice to know when one's efforts were appreciated. Then he scowler at her and walked away. She stood there, still scowling. "Should I follow?" she thinks. She quickly comes up with an answer and turns around, following, a smile on her face once again. He looks back to see if she's following and she takes that as an open invitation. She quickens her pace till she's walking next to him. "Just one smile?" she asks innocently.

Darcy was utterly confused when Gil grabbed her arm and basically dragged her down the street. He was walking way to fast for her short legs and she stumbled occasionally, letting out small grunts. When something flew over Gils head he let go for only a second before he was dragging her faster than before. They stopped at the door to what she assumed was his house. Darcy was full of questions but when the lady opened the door Darcy recognized her and smiled. This was Gilbert's home because that was his adoptive mum. Then they went upstairs and Darcy was at a loss for words. "Why are we going up these stairs exactly?" she asked politely.

Darcy walked towards the bed, sitting on it lightly. The book he was looking at was very old, and quite dusty. It looked like a giant poem, written as a story. "How interesting." she thought, curious now. She didn't read that much at all, preferring to spend her free time outside, making someone happy.

She listens to his words with interest, looking at the book closely. It was old, and written differently from everything else she'd read. Then he moves slightly and she looks up as he passes her the book. "What? she asks, curious. She looks back at the book, wondering why he was showing her this. Though she was more curious as to why he turned away.