misabelle ring . d9 . wip

It's always "Misa do this, Misa do that." It's never "Misa, can I help you with something?" or "Misa, do you need anything?" No, why would the world be so kind as to ever help me? That's not how things work here in Panem, or at least not in District Nine, or at least not in my family.

The world is a mess. The world is a tragedy. The world is everything but helpful to anyone like me. I'm the one stuck getting tesserae every year for my massive family. They pin it all on me, because they're so sure that someone will volunteer for me if I do get picked. They don't think putting my name in the reaping more times is an actual risk, and it's infuriating.

Why not put your child or sibling's life more at risk? It'll be fine. Or at least, that's what they all seem to think. I hate my family. I can't stand to see their faces, yet I have to every single day. You bet your ass that as soon as I'm old enough, I'm leaving them. I'll get as far away from them as I possibly can and cut them out of my life as soon as I have the chance.