take me somewhere » nice {vic/jo}

[attr="class","mtext"] Whoever said that family would always be there for you are liars

My memories tell me that even when I was a small child my parents didn't care. I could be top in my class, beat everyone at training, I could even climb the District's tallest mountain and they wouldn't even take the slightest inkling of interest in me. It was always "Wow, look how amazing your siblings are." and "Why can't you be more like your Birch cousins, they're soo perfect." As if. All those god damn cousins, it makes it so hard to live up to all their abilities. Just one time in my life, I wish my parents were able to see what I was capable of and think that was enough. Just one time. I know it will never be enough be enough for them, nothing ever is.

Everything was so stressful, and I knew I needed to find a place to get away. About 7 years ago, I was walking, trying to blow off some steam. I hadn't realized how far I was walking, or that I was going upward. I remember closing my eyes and stopping because I knew it was time to go back. Once I had gathered the courage to start the long trek home, I stopped for a second time. Before me was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. The sun was just setting and multiple hues of orange,pink,dark blue, and yellow spread across the sky. The lights of the District below flicker on one by one, the houses occupants getting ready to settle in for the night. My mouth opened in awe and I was taken aback from its sheer beauty. I looked around for somewhere to sit, so I could watch the rest of the scene unfold before me. I spotted a bench, one that was probably placed there for the outdoorsy type, and I knew that it would serve my purpose perfectly. For today and the countless days to come.

I would always visit my spot, especially on the days it was most stressful and my family was too much to bear. Today was definitely one of those day. I had kicked ass today at training and decided to tell my parents, but did they care? Of course not. I took the long hike there, fuming as I went. Wondering about all the things I could say to them about how I felt. I would never be able to though, they would always be unspoken words that tormented me inside.  I finally reach my getaway, the air, smelling of fresh grass and tree bark, tickling at my nose. I take a breath, allowing the unpolluted air cleanse me of all my trouble. I  drop myself on the bench and throw my head back with my eyes closed. I inhale deeply, trapping the fresh air in my lungs. I keep trapped in there until my body won't allow me to any longer. The breath that escapes carries my problems out with it.

I sit up, staring at the lights on the horizon, a blissful smile on my face. Everything about here was so peaceful, I loved being alone-my body stiffens as I realize I am not alone. For the first time since I have discovered this place there is somebody else here with me, and trust me this was not the plan. I glance out of the corner of my eye, just to make sure my assumption was right, and unfortunately it was. (Not that I've ever actually been wrong before). Now the problem was coming up with a solution to get rid of this pest. I begin to clear my throat loudly, without breaking my gaze from the skyline, in hopes that the intruder would get the hint. I decide to turn and face him, just to make it a little more clear. My plan was to tap him on the shoulder, just so he knows that this bench was already occupied. I reach out my hand tentatively, afraid to touch him because honestly I'm not sure what kind of germs this impostor could be carrying (I pride myself in being a particularly clean girl). I pull back my hand, slightly afraid, but then I decide to just go for it. Instead of a few tapping motions, I decide to do it in one quick shot. My whole palm ends up landing on him, and I'm pretty sure it ends up being more like a push. Woops. I begin to clear my throat again, just for emphasis. "Excuse me," I say loudly and confidently "But this is my bench." My eyes narrow as is daring him to argue with me on the fact.

I need him to leave, so I can leave myself. So that once again, I can forget all about my problems. Even if it's only for a short amount of time.

[attr="class","mtext"] Everybody has certain little things that make them tick. If you speak to someone a certain way, they may go off or thank you. If you move the wrong way, even if it's just the slightest flinch, someone may see that as an open threat or an invitation to come and get it. It always depends on the individual. Everyone has something that irks them, something that excites them, or something that just rubs them wrong way, and everyone's is different. It's what makes us all unique.

Figuring out exactly what these actions or words are has always been one of my favorite pass times. I love to push people's buttons. Sometimes it takes me days to figure someone out and sometimes it takes me minutes. And clearly this time it took me only a matter of seconds to piss of the guy on the bench next to me. It takes great restraint to keep my laughter controlled. A guy, who appeared to be double the size of me, almost toppled off the bench we were sitting on. (Maybe I'm stronger than I thought I was.) He almost frantically grabbed the edge of the bench to keep himself from eating the dirt in front of us. I can practically see the inside of my skull by the time he turns to look at me.

He stares for a little longer than what's really considered respectful now a days. I'm kind of use to it by now, people staring. They're normally taken away by my beauty, but I never really have enough time to scrutinize them. They're just another face in the crowd, but for once, I took notice of his, surprisingly, quite handsome features. His face was almost perfect in a sense, like he spent time on perfecting all the little details on his face. His ash-brown hair suited his perfection better than one would think. My eyes flash down from his face to examine the rest of him, but unfortunately, he begins to speak, and my eyes are forced upon his once again.

If only he would have kept his mouth shut because he was much more attractive when he was quiet. My eyes narrow as the term I despise the most is mentioned. Little girl? You have got to be kidding me "Number one, I am not a little girl," My high pitched voice only further helping to oppose the idea that I'm not a small child, "Number two, mommy and daddy didn't teach me shit. And number three, I did say excuse me so I don't know what you're getting all worked up about." My shoulders begin to move up towards my ears and my eyebrows cock up as I question the short temperament of boy. There's no need to get worked up over something so petty.

My eyes threaten to go farther back into my head as the boy gives his 'speech' that's probably meant to change my opinion about the situation. I feel the urge to slap the boy across the face, just for even daring to speak out against me. I end up settling for pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear instead, just to keep my hands occupied because sometimes they tend to have a mind of their own. "Ha haha ha..." My laugh bounced through the breeze, humorless, since there is nothing funny about this situation. "Do you even know who I am?" My voice slightly rising as the blood inside my vains begins to boil. "Well let me fill ya in. My family basically is the entire population of District 2, so yes, I do own this bench." The smile spreading across my face is evident. This boy clearly does not know who I am or what I'm capable of, and I cannot wait to have some fun with him.