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makowi o. trousers,
district 8, 17, male

down with mr. blowsky !

I don't know, I'm just out here convening with nature and shit, you know? 

Like, when I don't know what to do, I just come out here and think. That's what you gotta know, sometimes you just need a good think. I do my best thinking when I'm out jogging around my neighborhood, or like, walking the dog when I'm not feeling like doing all that. It's like I can catch up to my thoughts that way instead of just having them pass me by. There's a lot on my mind, 'cause I keep winding up in detention. It's stressing my dad out, he's always worrying about me even when I tell him not to. About all us, me and my siblings. 

I'm lucky not to work - I hate those factories man - but if I don't smarten up, I'm not gonna have any other choices when I get out of school. And I hate Mr. Blowksy, that man's bald spot is always looking at me weird. I don't like it. He's got something against me, well guess what man, I don't like you much either. It's crazy how things work out though, 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have met Argo. She's way different from my other friends, like her whole vibe, you know? 

We're like, good influences on each other. Like, she snatched an answer key for me for a class she wasn't even in, so my grades have never been better. And I do some of the muscle work in her anarchist schemes against the greater corporations of district 8. 

Teamwork makes the dream work and all that shit.