Strength isn't number one [open]

Jill was walking on the sidewalk when something almost bowled into her. She shook her head and saw a boy, rolling through the grass. "Beautiful dodge." She said playfully. She went over to help him up. "I'm Jill. and you are?" Jill intended to know answers here, since she didn't know them anywhere else.

Walking around outside, I can't help but find all of this just too familiar. I mean, I had seen this for the past two weeks or so, yes but, there was a mist about this area which reminded me of something I once knew... But, simply have forgotten. All in all, I just wanted to take a walk. Not have a flood of the feeling of remembrance which I can't quite put my finger on. Angrily, I pull on my hat, crushing it's large brim against my childish cheeks. Frustrated, I peek out of the upside-down fjord I've created.
I get unnecessary glaces from a man passing by with, most likely, his pregnant girlfriend. Obviously, a new Career is 12 years away. I close my eyes and pull my hat lower over my eyes, closing them. I cut off the couple from my little world. There was more to people than a first glance shows... I hear the man grumble and realize, oh god, I said that out loud. I shrink into my shoulders, fiddling with my skirt. It was a knee length. I wonder who came up with skirts. I realize, I never apologized. "Sorry!" I call desperate to make up for my oblivious remark that I had thought was in my head.
Suddenly, I see a boy and a girl talking to each other. A little fascinated by what they could possibly be saying, I slow down and, foot in front of foot, walk over. I don't actually make it all the way. A boy ends up hitting my shoulder and I way over exaggerate, falling down. I let my large brimmed straw hat with it's beautiful blue ribbon fall off my head and I push my skirt down, hoping I didn't just accidentally flash the boy whom follows the other. I peek over at them, awkwardly. My fiery ginger over-grown side bangs fall in front of one of my eyes and I use my pointing finger to push it out of the way.
I feel like I've done that countless times in my life before but, nothing. I hated this feeling of emptiness. I had to relearn about everything that wasn't basic. The grass tickles my palm so, I yank it up and, trying to look cool, I place my hat back on my head. "Sorry..." I apologize again, to the boy who's name, I THINK is James on account of his friend who knocked me over but, seemed oblivious. The group of people seemed rather interesting, differing in height and facial expressions. Rather interested, I watch them from under the brim of my hat, still sitting on the grass.

Boy, do I want to slap this kid silly. He pushes me down, doesn't even offer me an apology and then gets right in my face? Not your average day, I'll tell you that. But, before I jump to more conclusions, I analyse the situation. This guy knows me. He knows my name, I have never met him before. Or have I? Confused, I catch my hat as it bounces off the ground. I try to stand up but, end up having to tumble over, using my arms to support me up by thrusting them forwards as an act of balance as I roll back on the balms of my feet. I manage to keep myself steady. Win.
Scratching at my temple for a moment, I look at this young man. I check his friend too. His friend seemed rather sensible, telling off 'Logan'. How do I know him? Better yet, how does he know me? I bet he was my friend. I bet he was my friend before I forgot. Damn, why did the two of them look so familiar? I shake my head, trying to clear it of thoughts momentarily. Of course, it doesn't really work and I'm only left with more questions. i only ask one though. "Excuse me sir, do I know you?" I ask , feeling a bit of blush covering my cheeks.
What kind of boy gets so close to your face? A hopeless romantic? A flat out strange? A 'kill joy'? I find amusement in my use of their words... This is should be quite the day...

So... He does know me? But he doesn't? Then why does he look familiar to me? Maybe that's just me trying to tell myself I DO actually have a brain and I did actually have Friends. But, rather than screaming out to the heavens, I actually end up giggling. I cover my mouth gently with the back of my hand, crinkling my nose as I giggle.
I was quite impressed that that kid knew my name actually. I wasn't a Career... But, I was a helluva important person. I didn't feel like going over what the doctors had told me about my money. I didn't care Izic had it anymore. I smile enthusiastically at the boys, trying to figure out just what they could possibly be arguing about.
I wasn't really focusing while I laugh. I was actually rolling my eyes just to look up at the pretty white birds that flew over our heads. Mid eye roll, I pause momentarily to catch a glimpse of them. Their wings so delicately floating by their sides. I hope these birds weren't mutations in the future, or even present. Thy were too pretty to see as monsters, blood dripping from the cracks of their blood stained pointed teeth and beautiful wings the most deadly razors, rusted to the tip. I hoped they stayed beautiful and always a slice of hope for Panem.
I notice where 'James' points. The victors village?! He lived THERE? just who the hell am I talking to? Trying to come off polite, I try to help 'James' out. If that's even his real name, they seem to say their names quite a lot. "If James says you should, you might want to... You never know who I could be...!" Of course, I let off the tone I was joking but, in reality, I was only half joking. I didn't know who I was, even. "So, you live in the Victors Village?" I ask, sort of curious about THAT story. But, I should practice what I preach. I feel utterly bad for leaving out the two others, the boy and the girl, but, they didn't seem to be in the mood of conversation momentarily... Or did they?

"Our dad's a victor." Logan says quickly before I can even stop him. "Logan!" I shout out in anger. Honestly what the hell is wrong with him, he knows that I hate it when he tells people that our dad's a victor but no! He just has to tell, or at least just remind, freaking everyone that our dad's a victor. 

It takes all of the self control in the world just to fight the urge to not break him knees as we speak when he turns to me and says. "What she asked." I then put on a fake ass smile and say to him. Ya didn't she also suggest that you go home." "Hahah No" Logan said with a smile. "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "No." "Yes." "Great I agree." "OK." "OK good see you later." "Later."

After that Logan then turned around and started walking home. I can't help but lightly chuckle as he walks down the sidewalk and starts to head home. It's only when Logan's gone roughly 100 feet when he yells "Hay!" and runs straight back here. He then looks me in the eye and with his index finger pointed at me he says "I see what you-" "Go home!" I yell in his face long before he can finish whatever it was he was going to say. 

This is stupid I mean how hard is it to act like a normal person for two freaking seconds. Two freaking seconds that's all I ask for! Ok maybe not two seconds that isn't nearly enough time to wash the annoyance that Logan's caused me for the day maybe.. 12 hours a day? My annoyance at this point is clearly visible on my face for all the world to see just how much of a pain in the ass Logan is to me. For whatever reason though it seems to be only me, and maybe Kira I don't know, for what ever reason. Maybe it's because our dad's loaded that people like him I don't know. At this point anything's a possibility.

Logan then turned to Lucas and said "I've seen you around the training center a few times and I've heard you name used. Same goes for Jill."

Jill looked roughly at Logan. "Ya, I've seen you around before." She looked down trying to hide her bloody ankle. "Ya the training center....right over there." Jill was upset mad even. "So,......" Nothing left to say in her mind. She looked down and played with the ground with her shoe.

"Oh! The 24th. That's too bad I don't remember it..." And, I truly am sorry I missed it and forgot it. Speaking of Games, a new thought dawns on me. What had it been like for the very first Games? Did they know the rules? Had there been enough sponsors? How long had it lasted? How many horrendous deaths had occurred to various people...? Seeing images in my head of arms twisted ways they should never be twisted, children turning into crazed cannibals, dying for more blood and, the youngest ones, crying, curled up in a ball somewhere in the trees, close to the clearing. The arrogant ones, the infected one... Had there been a grotesque plague, one year? I dared not think about that anymore. It gave me chills and I felt a wave of goosebumps crawl up my spine.
I push back my hair, trying not to come across as a crazy lady with a psychotic imagination. "Oh good!" I can hear my own relief. "At least I'm not alone, then." I let out a breath of air I, apparently had been holding in. James gave me a bit of comfort, I suppose.
In opposition, Logan gave me the weirdest smile I've probably ever seen. He looks at me, not like a human, but like something he's studied for a long, long, long time and he was an expert on. I would know, I get the same look every time I inform myself about a certain thing. Books are the knowledge of the world!
I notice Jill tracing something on the ground with her foot. She doesn't seem to talk much so, feeling like the conversation starter, I give her a smile and offer, "How are you today, Jill...?" Hold on. I notice a small drip of blood and suddenly, I gasp. Heaven knows why until I realize, before I realized it myself my body reacted to her ankle. I point before she has time to react. "Your bleeding!" I exchange a glace with James and Logan and then Lucas before I take a step for wards. Her ankle looked like it had bleeding for a while now, why hadn't she told anyone?