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Fuck. I hate winter. I hate hate hate hate winter. It's too flickingfricking cold out. Goddamit, winter's just so flipping annoying and bitchy all the time that I just can't... The wind is just really cold, and the air is just really cold, etc. I mean, we're in District 4, so technically it's not cold cold. But to me, it feels like I'm going to just shrivel up and flipping die. I need a jacket or something.

As I look in my closet, bundled up in my warmest clothes (yes, in District 4, a thin long sleeved shirt and cargo shorts count as warm, why do you ask?), I browse for something that's actually thicker. No such luck. Ripreddamit. I think there's a clothing store in the District Square though - normally it's pretty crowded in the wintertime, with people buying the overpriced clothes in order to actually... I don't know, survive. I have absolutely no idea as to where my jacket it. Perhaps I left it somewhere, I don't know. So I'm going to have to buy another one. Again.

This sucks. Like seriously. I hesitantly walk towards the door, and fling it open, being pelted back with a ridiculously cool breeze. Slowly, I step out, shivering. This is just horrible. Quickly, I close the door, and start to walk down the path towards the District Square. The air isn't full of cheer or anything, but I think that a long time ago, people actually were happy this time of year. There's this festival that took place before the Dark Days, something with a fat guy in a suit giving out presents to little kids. When I think of that, I think of pedophiles, but whatever. If you choose to let your child open a gift from an old man who eats way too much sweets for his own good, be my guest.

I heard that people used to hang colored lights on their houses - at least, the textbooks in school say this. I only flip through the holiday things in the books because it actually shows people being happy, doing stuff with family, etc. Why I actually want to look at dead people who had better lives than I have is rather ridiculous. But perhaps... If I understand what they did, maybe I could try and get my family to follow it too. I mean, we're not close. At all. So perhaps giving each other gifts would do something with our relationships. I'd just rather not have my father dress up in a red suit - it would just be weird.

Reaching the District Square, I don't gawk at the large number of people that are here, shopping. It's District 4 after all - many people don't even own coats in the first place. People are going to really need to buy something warm, to say the least. I can see that lots of things are almost sold out, so I really need to get moving. Strolling into a busy store, I make my way to the men's coats, only to see the last one swiped away before my very eyes.

Great. Wonderful.

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Goddamit.

Sighing, I decide to do something while I'm here, and wander over to the pants section. There really is a lot of different pant styles - the Capitolites can think of a lot of styles. I'm just picking up some black "jeans" or something, when someone taps me on the shoulder. Quickly, I turn around, to see this girl. She looks a lot younger than me actually - like 3 years or so? Blue eyes, blond hair, typical hottie. Not that I actually like hotties or anything, but still. Sterotypically speaking, she's "perfect". Possibly a bitch, but still. Perfect.

Uhhhhhhhh what? Freaking blunt people... I feel myself actually blush a bit due to sheer embarrassment as I figure out what she's actually saying. Yeah, this is awkward, you dumb blonde.

"Umm... thanks... I'm Gavin."

Shit, I think as my name is entered into the conversation. Why did you say your name? Now you're forced to freaking talk to her! Idiot.