india krigel. four. cb3.

Fuck family.

Don't let Mom hear me say that, I won't hear the end of it for weeks, ughhhh. She'll ask where I heard it, like it ain't being spread around the ears of District 4 kids like rumours. I mean, I'm not the one spreading them, I make 'em up half the time. Don't like someone? They wet the bed. I don't care if they've never wet the bed in their life, too bad, everyone thinks they do now. Add a 'fuck shit fucking asshole' in there too, now everyone's laughing and parents are ripping their hair out and my Mom is getting phone call after phone call or retched parents banging on our door demanding to speak to the parent responsible for the infamous India Krigel.

Me and my watered-down last name. Whoever said blood was thicker than water never fucking knew my Dad, huh? Well neither did I. Maybe if Mom'd let me go see Daddy I'd be less of a little shit. Maybe if Arie wasn't such a perfect little princess and I was allowed to punch her in the face without her screaming and crying, I'd stop beating her up. Maybe if Leo... nah, I like Leo. And Grandpa and Gramma. But the rest?

"Fuck 'em."

"INDIA KRIGEL YOU BETTER WASH YOUR MOUTH OU-"

Oh fuck.