darcy o'nyle, d8 cb fin

i never actually knew my uncle ike. he was lame, and he died before i was even born.

mom talks about it a lot. probably too much. she says it's to keep him alive, but i think it's just that our life is that boring and she's used up all the other dinner topics already.

i get it though. i do the same thing. i'm kind of invisible at school. o'nyle has never been as flashy as hope or rasoio. it still isn't. not even when i bring up auntie iris and how cool she was.

and she was pretty cool!

i was just a baby when she was in the games, but we watched the 86th in class for a climate lesson and even though everyone was focused on the careers, i think there was some home pride mixed in there too.

i sat at the back with my hood pulled up.

it's not that i was embarrassed. the attention was just weird. i didn't want to have to watch my aunt die while johnny cormac was throwing eraser bits at my head the whole time.

i think if i ever met shy aubergine i would have to punch him.

i dunno how, i've never hit anyone before, but i think i would figure it out.