skyler kang || district nine || cbd2 || fin

There's always been one major bright spot in your life that you always turn to when the going gets tough or the ground beneath your metaphorical feet needs stabilizing. Of course, that's not to say your life is destitute beyond that refuge - you have a loving mother who raised you with warmth and care despite working double digit hours at the factories day in and out, the stray cat who always seems to have a sixth sense when her presence is needed, among others - but when asked where your happy spot is, the answer is not a being, but a place.

School might be detested by your peers, but for you, it's more of a salvation. A place to go and learn, a place to flourish and thrive, a place to delay the onset of spending the rest of your life engaged in backbreaking work in one of the factories - whatever the reason, grand or small, overly exaggerated or grounded in realism, it's one you hold close to your heart. Because school is where you found your passion, where you discovered that talking was far from the only way to speak, that here, the limits of your imagination were only as limiting as you let them. You supposed you were blessed with the one literature teacher in the entire district that still kept some aspect of passion in their work, such was it imprinted on you in wonderous ways. But Mom always told you that you were a story lover in your youth - and that becoming a storyteller as you age may as well have been as destined as the sunrise.

You are lucky, you know, and unique, too. More often than not, the people in your life find themselves pulled away, by necessity or by chance. And you're a feeler at heart, each and every emotion and experience tattooing themselves on your psyche, and thus you can't help but wonder after them, sometimes months or years after their disappearance.

What became of them? What stories do they have in the time since their paths diverged from yours?

There's a part of you that's always wanted to find out.