No I In Threesome | {Wonder & Arya}

My fingers held themselves on to the climbing net almost automatically by now. They burned and scratched from the hard surface of the rope, but I clung on without any sad faces. I’ve always been a quick climber, much thank to my light weight. My arm muscles are more or less non existing, but I didn’t need to be very strong. I climbed kind of like a monkey too, I used my feet a lot to gain some speed. When I reached the top of the net, I pulled my legs through two of the wholes and just sat there, watching the other 23 children.

Even since I was a child, I’ve been very observant. I learned how to mimic people almost exactly, I now the tunes in their voice and when they pitch high and when they don’t. I hide behind my acting skills, whom which had been working on my entire life. As I sat there, in the top of the gymnasium I realized how stupidly built it is. It has to be meant for us to see each other, but I didn’t understand quite why. I felt so unsecure and threatened in that room. I had to train, but since I had never trained before my entire life – I was terrible at it. I saw all of those career-kids, and I knew they were going to eat my alive if it came to it. They were well trained and they knew the necessary skills, not only for combat but also survival. I didn’t know any of them. I made a decent climber, I was a fast runner and acceptable in self-defense. On top of that, I had nothing.

I let my eyes slide along the room when I spotted the fire making station. Of course, that was my chance to shine. Since we didn’t have an oven and my mother was a very busy woman, she always divided kitchen and house duties in between us. I tried claiming fire making as much as I can, it’s fast and I love fire. It has always fascinated me, how the flames eat the wood so carelessly.

I put myself in the line after a tall, big boy. I didn't remember his name, but I strongly recognized him. I almost never forgot a face, a way of moving or a fashion style, but names come and ago. Mostly they go before they even managed clung themselves onto my mind. I had to give it a shot, I had to make an alliance if I didn't want to die in the bloodbath. "Do you know how to make fire?" I asked him, clear and straight forward. I wouldn't let my insecurity shine through, not as long as I was a tribute. I stood tall with a straight neck, my perfectly brushed hair into a big pony tail. I hated that I couldn't choose how to wear my hair. I wanted it messy and everywhere, it made me feel like me. My stylists just 'looove my hair' and says it just 'need to be tamed' with a disgusted smile on their over painted doll faces. “If you don’t, I can teach you and you’ll teach me something necessary?” I proposed towards him, with a weak smile on my lips. Friendly, but still not really true. Trust is one of those things that comes with time, and to fake it the best way is to take it slow. It seems more natural that way. She corrected her stupid ponytail with an loud and displeased sigh.