I wish... (open)

Angora watched the girls mother walk away from her. Not saying a word, not caring. She frowned slightly at the exchange between the two females before she noticed the girl crying. Angora had seen her around school, even had her in the most of her classes but they had really never spoken. This wasn't the first time she watched her mother walk away with tears streaming down her face. Angora took a few steps closer to her, still standing behind her and said, "Got to stop this. Stop crying and smile. It's the only thing you're good at."

That sounded a little harsh as it came out of her mouth but it was true. At least for Angora. She had never seen the girl do anything else besides cry and walk around with a gloom and doom look on her face. Angora couldn't understand the pain she felt, since her parents loved and cared for her so much. She could even recall her very first day of school when her mother watched her walk into the doors, weeping for her baby. She could only imagine how her mother would have reacted if she was ever chosen for a reaping. Angora didn't know the story of the girls parents but something told her she didn't have a very friendly home environment. To be honest, it made her sad but it also made her a little angry. Angora fully believes that if you're down and out, you need to pull yourself up and make things better. No one is going to do it for you.

"I've seen you around school, you're always so sad looking. What's the matter? Anything I can do for you?" Just because she felt like you needed to fix your own problems, that didn't mean tat Angora didn't always offer to help. To give you a little push in the right direction. She wouldn't, however, hold your hand and do everything for you. That's not how she worked. When you live in Panem, especially in a district that doesn't really care whether you eat or not, you had to be brave and know how to conquer the world. It was times like this when Angora felt like a hypocrite. She could give you advice, but she seldom ever takes her own. That was just one of her down falls.

Family issues? Clearly that was something Angora never had to face. She was an only child with two loving parents. Her mind couldn't possibly fathom what would be so horrible for this girl. The poor thing walked around all the time with a sullen look on her face. Angora wanted to reach out and hug her, to tell her everything, no matter what it was would be okay. However, she didn't. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was someone telling her "It'll be all right" when she was upset. And she definitely hated being hugged. To be honest, she only wanted to be left alone.

Angora smiled politely at her before extending her hand. "Angora Blackwell. You've probably seen Peacekeepers in and out of my house about a hundred times a day," she began. She had said her opening statement very nonchalantly. Certainly anyone who had Peacekeepers constantly walking in and out of her home would surely be terrified of them. Not Angora though. Of course, she had moments were they intimidated her but they usually never looked twice. Angora once even had the gaul to clear her throat loud enough to make a Peacekeeper move out of her way.

"My mother makes any necessary alterations to Peacekeeper uniforms. We both work over at the factory. Well, I work there after school."

She shrugged her shoulders. It was nothing special working at the factory since nearly everyone worked there at one point or another. There are those select few who work in other parts of the districts but, in Angora's mind, about 99.9% of the population worked in one of the various fabric factories.