closed.•} SHELTER FROM THE RAIN

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Delancey Mercedes Abernathy   [/center]
 
I jumped up so high it felt as though I was going to fly. Not one of those "oh I am so happy" type of flyings but more the "oh my god, what the-" type if you know what I mean. Snapping the notebook shut my once straight face had turned into a sort of frown as though the girl, who she called herself Silver, should have known better then to sneak up on me. I believe it was more of a surprise then an attack. I am not used to people actually being nice to me anymore more then likely coming up to attempt to get a conversation out of me. "Would have been nicer if you kept to yourself." I growled, ignoring the fact she was only trying to be nice. I did appreciate the compliment but I thought mug to high of myself to tell her that. No way. 

"It's Delancey. But you will call Abernathy and that is it."  I say, answering her question adding a rude twist. Looking at her I examine her. She looks as though she should have many friends. One if those popular girls everyone wants to sit by at lunch. Looking around I smiled slyly. "Why don't you run along to someone else?" I ask, hoping she will take it as- Get. Lost.

I shoved my cheap notebook full of loose sketches into my school work satchel and swung the canvas bag over my left shoulder. I acted as though I was thinking. "It should take you about 5 seconds to get out of my sight. I will give you 3." I said with a certain don't mess with me tone. Deep down inside I knew this was a rare opportunity to make friends. Wouldn't it make Mama happy if I came home with a friend, not an empty hand. 

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Delancey Mercedes Abernathy   [/center]
 
I almost laughed at this girl. I almost did and it would have been a sight. I found it amusing that she expected everyone to be nice to her. Ha - no. Wake up call from the real world! It was as though she ha been isolated from the there people in the world besides her own happy-go-lucky girls she probably hung out with. "News Flash! " I wave my hand in front of her face and bringing it down before she would get the sense to slap it.  I said, keeping my cool by not matching her tone but still loud enough to get the point across I ain't your typical school girl. "I am not everyone. I am just the other half of the world who don't like people... Like you." I said, pointing to her a though she was a sight to see or something. 

Ok, I had to laugh. This girl didn't take a clue. It was as though she wanted to be her friend or something. Why am I being so hostile? Maybe it was because I wasn't used to people being willingly open to include me in their circle of social activities. Of course a little gathering with friends once in awhile wouldn't hurt. I mentally smacked myself. Here I go again dreaming on and on about how it wouldn't kill to be nice. But it kills to be mean and I feel I need to kill to get my point across to some people. Some people as in the Capitol and the stupid president. If she had the choice she would move by the ocean. But it wasn't so bah humbug. "Are you always so stupid or is today a special occasion?" I say still sitting on my original spot. 

Sighing I look up at the girl. "Seriously. Any person with the wit of a slug would understand I don't want to talk to you." That was mean ad I knew it. She is only being a nice person helping the odd man out. But I knew the real question that I wanted to know the answer to me. "Why did you even talk to me in the first place? I ask I'm a less harsh tone then I expected. More of a I am confuse tone then anything. 

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Why on earth would she ever not want to go home because of her father? I thought that was one of the most lamest excuses ever. I ain't a dimwitted kid, I am just sick and tired of the parent excuse. When I was little I used it and it was a nice, cherry way to get out of something but I think of it as a waste of time now. My brother uses it all the time when he nicely doesn't want to hang out with someone. He just says how he needs to go do something for Papa and runs away with a smile before the person can protest. It sometimes may be true since he and Papa go out by the stream to take about 'guy stuff' once and awhile but its highly unlikely. What I don't get is why can't people just say it to their faces. If they can't they need to suck it up. Get a grip, it's one person. What do they matter to you? Nothing at all. Just another soul trying to get a clue of life. You know what I say? -[i| Get the heck out of my face. I. Hate. You.[/i] It's easy and gets the point across. But here in exhibit A right in front of my face stands the person who doesn't get a freaking clue. "I don't get it. He's your dad. I say with a you're pathetic sort of face. "You are better off at home or with dimwitted squeaky little girls you hang out with." I hissed.

"No. No. & Did I mention no?" I say rolling my eyes at her. Dang was she a stupid kid or what? Of course she was going to be annoying. Her voice was pitched at a too chipper tone for me to even tolerate. Plus, no one has ever asked me to give me a chance. Unless it was a dare --- or they are just plain idiots. Probably both for taking a dare like that. "That wouldn't be nice. What's your problem?" I mutter under my breath as she goes on and on and on about pointless attempts to gain her non existence chance of being her friend. When I got nudged in the shoulder playfully I quickly move away a little from Silver with a little dramatic sigh. One of those as if one couldn't be a bigger dumb - I wasn't even going to say it. I would have loved to I with her but with intelligence Sliver wouldn't be offended. 

I was seriously considering letting her try and befriend me. I get almost everything good out of it. She finally goes away and I get peace and quiet to myself. And she will never bother me again. But then how ling would it talk for her to blow? She didn't seem very upset at the moment so what would it take to actually get her to stomp away? Silver didn't look like one to give up easily, which I sort of valued. People give up way to easily now a days. No one will ever accomplish anything if you don't try and work through the tough times. And I think that is exactly how Miss Silver feels about me. I am just another tough spot that needs to be worked on. Which I probably am. 

Getting up from my comfortable spot on the ground I was thinking about just walking away. But before I did I had this burning question in my mind. "Is this some sort of dare? If it is it isn't funny." I said in a threatening tone. I have had been played like this before. Kids trying to be nice to me as their friends I'm the bushes laugh at me. It isn't the best feeling when you are the kid being laughed at. Though it doesn't feel nice to be punched in the face either... 

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That was the most lamest excuse I have ever heard in my 16 years of walking this earth. Oh, and trust me - I have heard a lot of excuses. From my brother, parents, and kids trying to walk away from the trouble they caused themselves. As much as I told myself it was stupid and pathetic I didn't have a hard time believing it even if it was stupid and pathetic. Tons of people are in District 1 live the games. Which doesn't make any sense since their kids might be in it. So sort if honour thing. How is fighting an honour? I could go and do that right now - all it is is a dishonour. My parents always tool no interest in the Hunger Games. Even if they did it was negative. My brother didn't understand until a couple of years ago that those kids actually die. Since he's been brought up to think TV isn't reality. But that show that's on every year isn't. It's cold hard facts. "Ha! I honestly don't believe you. You say it as though it's not normal to get trained. Second news flash for today, it is. Get over it." I said, rolling my eyes. "It will build character. I say. Why can't I just shut up? "He sounds like someone from the Capitol. I mutter. Don't get me started with the Capitol.

As Silver tool steps towards me, I stepped back. Our distance was just fine. Any closer and I might puke. Togetherness is childish. Though that thought may just be me being childish of course. Pushing that thought back in my head a straighten up, cracking my knuckles.  "You want to know why?" I ask stepping closer even though my personal bubble had popped again. "Because every single immature prat thinks it's funny to try to talk to the bitchy girl. The girl with no friends." I am on the verge if being very upset. I don't even know why. I hate it when people think they understand when they don't. No one knows who I am so they can get the freak out of my life. "Leave me alone - I don't give a s**t!" I yell, ignoring the few people who are looking at us. And before I know it, I am running away. 

As I was running , I dropped some papers from my unlocked satchel as well as the picture of her and Jeanie before she got reaped many years ago. I cursed at myself - I didn't want Silver seeing any of those papers but I didn't look back. I am surprised why I am running away. I think it's because she looks so much like Jeanie it made me feel insecure inside. I keep running until I make my way to the spot Jeanie's old secret treehouse was. Her and her father built this when I was 3. It was fading but used to be the colour of the trees so it would blend in. Climbing up I hang my legs of the edge of the deck. Why couldn't I just be nice? As much as I hate to admit it. I need someone. I need someone who can fill those gaps in myself I created over years.

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Delancey Mercedes Abernathy   [/center]
 
There was no way I was going to leave my spot. Why the heck did she follow me anyway? I made it obvious I didn't want her around. I pretty much proclaimed it to the world. But I am not surprise at all since she didn't get the message already. Silver must have a thick head because even if I ignored her and flipped her off every time I saw her sue would still try to gain my no existent friendship. Well my almost invisible friendship. I can befriend the people I think are worth and so far no one was. Everyone was immature and idiots that don't get me. No one gets me. I don't even get myself. 

I look from my knees to see Silver. Oh. My. God. Will she ever leave? Just as I was about to scream at her to leave me alone I noticed the picture that flew out of my back. My only picture I have of her. "Give that back." I say, pointing to her hand. "Now." If it's anything that means more to me then that picture is my family. And I don't really care about much. It's a reminder when ever I look at it about how much better life is when your kind and also how cruel everyone can be. I may seem to be a heartless psychotic crazy lady but I have emotions. It might be hard for people to notice but I am a human just like them.

If anything, I wasn't coming down. If she wanted to talk to me - Silver hand to come up.