There Is A Wind [OPEN]

Though the halls were clear and quiet on the weekends, the college continued to be a perfect place to hide away. Especially the chemistry labs, where the large fans blended the footsteps and shuffling together into a wall of white noise. Raegan perched on top of one of the tables, a notebook balanced on her lap, frowning at the half written history paper she'd been working on. Her frown deepened into a full scowl; she ripped off the page and crumpled it into a ball. She studied the little, abstract paper sculpture she'd made in lieu of doing such worthless homework, then pulled out a lighter she'd found in the professor's desk. With her chin resting on her knuckles, Raegan watched as the tiny ball of flame flickered in the sink. Nope, still bored. Her parents wouldn't ask about the history paper when she got home anyway; she'd throw something together in an hour and make a B. That's how it always worked. She slid off the table and stuffed her notebook in it's usual crevice between the two cabinets on the wall.

The outdoor breezeway looked empty, but for some reason the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. Raegan took another look behind her – still nothing – and jammed her shoe into a hole where one of the bricks had fallen out. It was just paranoia. No one had the need to be on campus today. She'd perfected this route to the roof in the past few weekends, and now the hand and footholds were easy for her to catch. After being repeatedly caught breaking onto the roof from the stairwells, she'd resorted to less noticeable methods with surprising success. Scaling the wall took more time, but it took less energy every time. Raegan hitched her leg over the side, and turned around on the ledge to survey her view.

District Six. Possibly the most boring place in Panem. Sure, Raegan enjoyed her science class most of the time, but today she was in a mood. She enjoyed pulling pranks on the professors, she enjoyed being the ruler of her house when her parents were deep in their research. However, all of that barely measured up to what Raegan dreamed of doing. Even touring just one of the Arenas, now that might satiate her enough to accept her living situation. Yea right, it would only frustrate her more. She always grew tired of her District during the games, even more so now that she was growing older. Those who grew up in the homes of laborers and assistants had grown tired of hanging about with Raegan, saying she reminded them of all the things they couldn't have. Whatever.

The hair on Raegan's neck prickled up again and she whipped around. Someone was here.