Hatred *TG*

Kristen.

I walked over to the fence that surrounded the forest where the people here were sent out to hunt. I'd been to 9 once before, but I'd only been 11. I'd come with one of the tour groups that goes every year and spends a day or two in each district. They were all looking at the game that'd already been brought back. Personally I didn't see the fun in looking at a bunch of dead animals. I looked around. No one was in sight of me, and I doubted I'd be missed, so why not sneak off and see what this district was really like? Without another thought I slipped under the fence and walked into the woods. I explore for a little bit, but didn't see any animals. Huh, I guess pink isn't the ideal color to wear when tracking animals. Suddenly I came to a clearing that a deer was walking through. Just as suddenly an arrow apeared out of no-where and hit the dear right in the eye. "Wow." I whisered. Someone slipped down from a tree and walked over to the deer mumbling about life. "one day, I am going to get revenge for what they have done to all of us." I almost gasped when he said this. Personally I felt the same way, but saying something like that outloud could get you in trouble. I turned to sneak back before whoever the hunter was saw me. The last thing I needed was someone who was armed to think I would rat them out. That's the kind of situation that often turns out to be shoot first, ask questions later.

Oh great! He's seen me. And he's got a scythe! Okay, I'm unarmed. What are my options? Most people would think I'd be freaking out right now, but strangely, the only time I'm serious is when the situation is dire. My action senses kick in and asses the situation. He's armed, strong, probobly fast, and trained at hunting. By best shot is to run for help, or climb a tree. Okay...My action senses dissabear and are replaced by my logic sense. Okay, what is his motivation in killing you? Well, I could report him, I'm from the Capitol, and I'm easy prey. (If I was carying a gun with me I'd probly not be in danger.) Okay, best plan of action? Talk him out of it, and don't come off as easy prey. Now that I've run through everything I decide on a plan of action. Try and talk him out of it, and if that doesn't work, climb to the top of a tree and call for help on my cellphone. All of this takes like, ten seconds. I answer him. "I'm with the tour. They were looking at dead animals so I decided to heck with the tour, go see what the district is REALLY like. Pluse, I'm in better company if I'm not with the group." I state matter-o-factly. "So, are you going to kill me, or would you care to show me what life outside the Capitol is really like?"

My face flushes and I clinch my fists. "Well exuse me! Of course those of us with brains know that! I mean the real side, the side of this district that the Capitol can never own! Surely there are some good things here. And I'm no murderer! I hate the Capitol just as much as you think you do, only it's worse for me, I'm forced to live in it, worship it constantly, not like you all who just have to pretend when the reaping is or whenever you're near a peacekeeper! And worst of all I'm forever going to be affiliated with the Capitol! I'd not find help if I tried to rebel, because stuck-up jerks wouldn't give me a second chance! Just because I lived in the Capitol I'm an outsider. Not only do I not have anyone where I live who agreas with me, but I'd be shuned in the districts too!" I yell.

"Horrible accent huh? Well atleast I don't judge people by their looks OR accents! How many gang do you think would take me? Besides, it's not that easy. I'm doing what I can from in the Capitol, and it may not be much but it's more then what you're doing! Sitting around and cursing the Capitol when they aren't looking! How's that acomplishing anything?"

The tension has been building ever since thig began, and it seems to have reached it's peak at those words. "Well, good luck then." I snap. Suddenly I laugh. I guess it must have been the tension, or the fact that while we both hate the Capitol, and are actually on the same side, we just spent who knows how long chewing eachother out. I smile, the fury gone now. "Sorry, I can get carried away." I smile. "I'm Kristen Fitzgerald, rebel who apparently losses her temper to easily."