School Life (Open)

School, seven cruel hours of our lives. What more is there to say, I sit in my classes, learning about fish, and water, and the history of Panem. All I do is look out the window at the waves. They are calling my name, they are yearning for me just like I am for them. They are my safety, they are my hope. The waves are my comfort and my security, they are the one place that I really feel comfortable. They are where I don't have to worry, where I can be me.

I always wonder to myself, what would I do if I wasn't at school. Would I be as social, would I be as happy? I know I would, I would spend all of my time at the beach, with and without my friends, relaxing, loving life, not having to worry about the treaty of treason, or The Hunger Games. Not having to worry about an image that I have to keep up so well. If all I had to do is just lie there. I know that is what I would do if I was an adult, I wouldn't work, I wouldn't even care if I had a house, I would spend all my time on the beach, the one place that understands me.

My parents, they are a whole other story. They love me for my looks, like most people do, but yet only for my looks; even though I am the greatest looking fourteen year old on the planet. My parents only love me because of my looks, they are the most shallow people I know. Don't get me wrong, I love having great looks, they make my life so much easier, but they are also the reason for my discomfort. I just wish that people would love me for me, not because of what they see on the outside.

I always hate it when people think of me as a 'hot girl' who has no brain. I am perfectly aware of issues in this district, and I really do understand how lucky I am. Yet people just think that I am an idiot because I always look good. Why is it that looking good and being stupid come hand in hand? If they wanted to know me, and see how smart I am, to see what type of a person I am, then they would not just appreciate me for how I look on the outside, but also the inside.

I am smart, that is what I hate to admit around others. I always have to act stupid. Pretty girls are equal to stupid in boys minds, they are equal to objects. But I guess I feel the same way about boys. Every single boy who I have had a relationship with has been nothing more then a temporary stepping stone for me. But then again, that is life, using others for your own benefit. My family has done that since the beginning of Panem, but it works for me, and it works for others.

Of course, when a person walks by, I will completely disregard all of this. I will disregard all emotions that I am feeling. I will act as provocative as possible, I will try to become the thing I hate because it is the only way that I can be accepted. It is the only way that people will actually like me. And now, as I hear footsteps down the hallway, I brace myself for this one out of many social interactions that will happen today.