hopeless realities {Kristof & Noah}

Kristof Parks

He holds a spear trying to figure out how to use it, but fails time and time again, and the trainers aren't doing anything to help him. Each movement feels horrible and clumsy, and Kristof feels the frustration building, and nothing will ever change it. He sighs and sits the spear down and rubs his temples unsure of where to begin. The trainer works hard trying to get him to understand, yet it doesn't work. The weapon is heavy and foreign, and nothing will help him hold it. His stance is wrong, everything is wrong. Why does it have to be so difficult?

He's frustrated when he sets the spear down, and he goes and sits on the floor for a moment trying to compose himself, but as he watches others learning, Kristof can't help but feel frustrated. Eventually he walks over to one of the tributes from Two, and he takes a breath as he stands around him. Kristof stumbles around as his heart races, and eventually, he brings himself to speak.

"Um, do you think you can help me? I understand if not."

He holds onto hope. Maybe someone can give him advice. It's possible, but it's also possible a career wouldn't care for a random kid from district nine.