Sawyer Monaghan District 3 [FIN]

[You enter a room. A teenage boy sits on a table. He stares at you with a bored look on his face. You ask for his name.]

I'm Sawyer Monaghan. Who the hell are you? What's this all about? Is this about that small explosion yesterday? Cause I have nothing to do with that. Hm? You want to interview me? Just cause? And you want me to describe myself?

[Sawyer rolls his eyes at you and walks around the table.]

I'm standing right in front of you aren't I?
No?

[He sighs]

Whatever. The quicker I get this over with the better.

[You ready your pencil and start taking notes as his story unfolds.]

{Perspective Shift}

"Who is this person? And why do they want to know about me?" I thought. But, if I can get back to life as soon as possible by talking about myself, then so be it. I, Sawyer Monaghan am around five feet and ten inches tall and weigh about 145 pounds. I'm a good runner and rather light on my feet. My limbs are long but not to the point of tripping awkwardly over my own feet.

I have light skin that I've been told is nicely tan. I don't particularly care about that though. If I care about anything to do with my appearance it would have to be my hair. I keep my brown hair shoulder length and I have managed to dye a few red streaks into it. Don't ask me where I got the dye because I'm sure as hell not going to tell you. I have lips just like anyone else, and a somewhat long nose. My eyes are such a dark brown they look black under sunlight sometimes. Now then, am I done explaining how I look? I don't have time for this. What's your next question?

Oh. so now you want to know about my personality? Great. That's sarcasm if you couldn't pick up on it. Just thought I'd let you know. My traits eh? Well, I'm quite sarcastic for one thing. If I decide someone is cool enough I'll be decent about how I treat them. If I don't like you, prepare to be verbally assaulted.

Unless of course you happen to be a girl. Ah, the allure of the fairer sex is something I'll never tire of. In all honesty, I've lost track of the number of short flings I've had. It is a real struggle to find the right girl, know what I mean? I mean, there was this one girl... But... Somethings just don't work out the way you expect. Enough about that though. That's a story for another time.

Let's see, what do I do all day? Well, mainly I just wander throughout the district with a real serious look on my face. I'm usually thinking about the next prank I can pull. Not that anything suspicious in the last few days can be traced back to me. There are plenty of bored geniuses in this district. I'm not one of them.

Yeah, hard to believe right? But for real, I suck at school. I can't do a fat nothing on anything electronic. Real disapointment to my folks I tell you what. I flunked out last year. They said I'm useless. But I know better. The one thing I'm good at is blowing things up. Mayhem could be my middle name. The only thing I could ever get to work correctly is explosives. Give me a couple ingredients and I can improvise something that sometimes surprises even me. And my experiments always end the same way. Fire. Fire is a wonderful thing. I never get bored of watching flames dance for me. I'm getting off track though. What else do you want to know?

Of course. You want to know about my history. I should have seen this one coming. Fine. But remember, you asked for this.

I was born sixteen years ago to a couple of eggheads. I'm their only child and they never let me forget about it. Don't do anything dangerous they say. Don't be e deviant. Blah blah blah. The only time they pay attention to me is when I'm being deviant in the first place, so I think I'll continue to do what I want.

Anyway, growing up was difficult. Even without the constant looming threat of being reaped, I had a lot to handle. Early on, I showed no aptitude for anything useful. My mother said something about me being a late bloomer, but I know the truth. I'm just not cut out for being a brainy dweeb. I know some adults look down on me for that, but what are they going to do? Kill me Yeah. Right.

As I grew older, there were many strange explosions and unexplained fires that occurred in school and in my neighborhood. I'm too good to get caught doing anything of the sort though. More household items are flammable then you'd guess. Who says I did anything? It's not my fault that making fire comes so easily to me.

I used to resent the other kids for being so much better at things then I am, but when has being smart ever helped a district three tribute in the games? It hasn't, or maybe one of them would have come home these past five years. Now at the age of sixteen, I'm content to let the smart people think that they are smart and go on about their pathetic little lives and their pathetic little jobs. Me? I just want to watch Panem burn. I have a job too you know. I'm the boy girls whisper about. I'm the guy other guys wish they could be as cool as. I'm the boy your parents warned you about. I'm Sawyer Monaghan, and I'm done talking to you.

[Sawyer kicks the table over and flings himself out the window, much to your astonishment.]

FC = Steven Strait