My First Friend [Katilynna]

Today was a harder day then any other. I couldn't stop thinking about my brother, and all the tragic things I saw being done to him. I was in the mayor's house, brewing him up a cup of coffee, since I am his assistant. The coffee was brewing up, and I took a glimpse out of the window. The Mayor had such an amazing backyard. It had gorgeous daffodils lined up in a nice, orderly line, combined with stunning red roses, and there were pebbles surrounding the flowers. Getting lost in thought, I would hear the steamer making disturbing sounds, and I retrieved the coffee for The Mayor. "What took you so long, boy?" I hated when he called me boy. It made me feel like an animal. Why can't you just call me Quinten? I sighed under my breathe, not knowing how I could explain myself to the mayor. With very little confidence, I would say... "Well, I was just not paying much attention, sir. I am sorry, and I will make sure it never happens again. He uttered a curse word under his breathe, and sipped from his coffee cup. He swished his hand in my direction, telling me that I can go. "But sir... Where is my pay? I said in a slightly higher tone then I usually do. "You will get your pay next week, boy, now run off." I was glad to leave that hell hole, because the Mayor treated me like a slave.

The door creaked loudly when I opened it, and it creaked even louder when I slammed it behind me. I walked through the Mayor's backyard, admiring the flowers as I did before, then storming away from his home. Lots of things were going through my mind, especially my brother. I glanced over at the fence, splitting us from the forest area, and I saw an outline of him. It was my brother, I swore it was. I wanted to run, to hug him, and welcome him back to the tiny community of District 12, but I knew it was my imagination. You need to control yourself, Quinten. One of these days, you will get yourself hurt by imagining stuff like that.I didn't know what I was going to tell my parents when I got back to the house, since I was getting my pay tomorrow. It was coming, I could feel that I was going to start crying. I have to hold it back, or I will look like a fool to all the people in the district square. I started to speed walk, which then came a run, and then a sprint. I kept sprinting until I reached my house, where I felt the most safest.

That's when the waterworks kicked in. I couldn't control it. My bipolar side was coming out, and It kicked in at the worst of times. Nightmares of my brother were blaring in my head, the whipping, the cutting of his tongue, his last words to me... My throat was starting to get swollen up, and It was getting harder for me to breathe. After crying for a solid 10 minutes, I managed to clean up the tears with my shirt, and I just sat there, just about a block away from my tiny shack of a house, wondering what to do now. I can't go back home, because I have nothing to bring up... I can't go buy anything, because I don't got jack squat. The boy just say there, clueless on what his next move should be, looking as people pass by them, getting onto their daily lives.