~Too young for this~[Hayley]

Life sucks. Yeah, I know thats so cliche, but its the truth. What? You dont think I, Hayley Fhuze, am not cliche? Well you'd be right. That was just a rare occasion. Dont expect anymore of that. Seriously. 

Sitting on the docks in daylight must not be a smart idea when you apparently damaged some serious Capitol property. Oh, come on! It was just a stupid vent in the stupid trainig center. Nothing important. So the precious Careers had to go without heat in one barely used room for a couple weeks. Big whoop. And where was that Gavin kid? He broke it just as much as I did. Well, I actually fell down first, and then he fell on me, but thats besides the point. My point is that falling out of a vent onto a pile of used armor is not worth being sent to the Detention Center. 

Yep, thats where Im being sent to. The Detention freaking Center. Thats more of a place for criminals; for peoole who committed actual crimes. But I digress. Inwas determined to make the most out of this experience. Anyway, back to my story. I was sitting on the docks (on the west end of course) not doing anything in particular. Suddenly, a pair of  meaty hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me up. The rest was a big blur. The big dude barked out some random orders and handcuffed me. Again, all this for breaking a vent? These people must be bored out of their minds. Dude dragged me by my hands that were handcuffed around my back and threw me into the black van that Im currently sitting in. 

The black floor is pretty dirty, not to mention cold. For the past couple hours Ive been messing with the lock on the handcuffs behind my back. Those things were seriously making my wrists hurt.  It seemed as if the Peacekeeper was trying to make my life as difficult as possible. I turned my attention a different Peacekeeper that was sitting across from me on a bench attatched to wall of the van. 

"Hey, asshole, are we ever going to get to this place, or am I just going to have to look at your ugly face all day?" That earned me a direct kick to the stomach. I coughed a bit, laughing in the process. 

"You guys are so predictable." I say under my breath. I didnt really care if he could hear, I just couldnt talk very loud at the moment. Suddenly, the van comes to an abrupt halt. I jerk to the side and bang my head on the wall. The Peacekeeper loudly chuckles and I glare at him. It was so not funny. Light floods in through the back and I shut my eyes quickly. The light hurt too much. Two hands come under my arms and pick me up and drop me onto the icey and frozen ground. I open my eyes and scramble on the ice to stand up. While trying to get up, I find myself being dragged again before Im even all the way on my feet. After tripping for a few steps, I make my way into the building. Oh guess what? After two more minutes of dragging - slash - walking, Im thrown AGAIN, but this time into a cell with a concrete floor. The cell clangs shut and I get up off my  hands and knees and shake out my hair.  Through my brown and blonde locks, I spot a small black haired girl. Seriously? They put me in a cell with a freaking ten year old? They must be kidding me. They have to be! I wouldve prefered a guy, probably an older one. Hell, I wouldve even attempted standing a girl my age. But a little girl? This I wasnt prepared for. 

I roll my eyes and walk over to the metal bunk beds attatched to the side of the wall. Gripping the top one, I swung the rest of my body onto the cold hard surfave. That wasnt anything new. My hair fell down the sides and partially in front of my face as I leaned over the edge of the bunk and looked down at the girl. She was sitting in some sort of fetal position. According to the choked sounds coming from her body, I assumed she was crying. Crying was a wasted emotion. Does it bring your dead brothers back? Nope, so its absolurely worthless. I leaned back onto my bed and layed back, waiting for the girl to quit crying.

People are weak. They think every little thing is a problem when its really an issue. There actually is a difference between the two. An issue is just a small discrepancy on the huge map of life. A problem is something that will actually affect you in the long term. Most people just assume that every issue is a problem. So what does this have to do with anything? That girl. That little black haired girl is crying on the floor over there. She probably thinks this is a problem. This isnt even an issue! Its more of an adventure. Ive never been out of District Four before, and I probably was never going to. And who knows where I am now? This is awesome. 

Pushing myself off my stomach, I lean back against the wall and pull my knees to my chest so they dont swing off the edge of the bed. A small squeak comes from the middle of the room which I assume is coming from the girl. 

"Hello, Im Thalia," the child squeaked. Oh joy, a squeaker. She must be one of those girls who cry and squeak. People make me sick. Well, mostly girls. Guys are awesome. All their drama is so petty and stupid, its actually fun to listen to. Girls are just "my hair this, my shoes that." Please, get a life. She also told me her name. Should I care? I kinda want to know what district she's from though.

"Oh-kay? Im Hayley. Hayley Fhuze. What district're you from"

I love water. Thats such a stupid thing to say, but I really do. Its one of the main reasons I love my District so much. I'd be in a bad place if I didnt like water, considering I live in a water district. Ive seen some of those people who are afraid of the water. They always seem so messed up. I mean, seriously, if you just walk down the street you see a body of water everywhere you look. Even in the alleys, you can still see a speck of water! I wonder what makes them so afraid of it. They were practically born in the stuff! Its also really pretty. Sometimes I sneak out of the house in the mor ing and sit on the beach. When the foamy green and blue waves roll up the shore, it gives you a little bit of hope, but don't tell anyone I said that. There's also a little misconception. Water isnt actually just blue. It really depends. When its really dirty and gross, the water turns grey. When its all clean, the water is the purest blue you'll ever see. My favorite is when it's blue and green at the same time. So what does all of this have to do with the little girl from District Eight? Absolutely nothing. I just felt like talking. 

"Ugh, why do you want to know?" I impatiently replied to her. "But, if you have to know, District Four." Leaning my head back over the edge of the bed, I stare at the ceiling. My mass of colorful hair falls over the edge of the bed. God, this room is dull. I dont really mind, but it can make some people kinda claustrophobic, ya know? I dont want the girl to have some kind of panic attack on me and pass out. The damn Peacekeepers would probably blame me, and then what? What if the kill me? Yeah, if I could be so lucky. My parents wouldnt care. They havent cared for years. Losing another boring child couldnt harm them any more than the first three. Fourth time's the charm, am I right? 

I start to think I should make this girl uncomfortable. Hey, while I'm here, I may as well have a little fun. What else am I supposed to do in this hell hole?

"So, kid, howdja get in here? Knock off a couple 'a Peacekeepers?" I say with a chuckle. 

I laugh a little bit harder as I see her frustration at my question. Yeah, I do know how to work people's emotions. Its really not thay hard of a task. You jus have to know what makes that certain person tivk. The only problem is that I dont know much about this girl. All I can do is assume, and I assumed that a question like that would piss her off. As always, I was right. She's just a little girl. She doesnt want to explain what landed her in a place like this. So when I hear that she was trespassing in the woods, I was a little suprised. Most little kids dont dare go in the woods. I dont even do that! Its not that Im scared, irs just that we dont really have any woods. Well, that and the fact tha we're surrounded by ocean on most sides. If you wanted to get out, you'd have to be an extremely awesome navigator. 

She asks how I got in here. Automatically, she assumes I killed people. Yep, that's exactly what happened. 

"But, of course, little one. They put you in a cell with a serial killer." I say with my words dripping in sarcasm. Gosh, wh do people always assume the worst of me? I'm not all bad, Ive just had a few rough times. 

"No, I didnt kill anyone, but wouldnt that be sweet? I'd love to get my hands around the neck of the ass hole that started that fire. All I actually did was fall out of a vent system in the Training Center with some dude thats apparently not here." That last part kind of frustrates me. Why am I the only one here? Yeah, I fell out first, but he was heavier than me! Ugh, oh well. Im already stuck here.