{The Laws of Life} Kay's Plot!

I am not the kind of girl to sit and watch. I don’t watch things go wrong. I make them go wrong. I didn’t want to sit back and let my district get run by idiots. I couldn’t bare to see my home get taken over by a pack of wild animals. I needed to be in there. I had to have control. The grass underfoot was soft; it was unusual for it to be so in the district. It was all usually hard packed and awful, thanks to the sun and the cattle that roamed the land. I could feel it sponge up and down with each step I took towards the large building. The building was old, it was dirty and damaged. The grass looked beautiful in comparison to the dirty poo brown pricks, the yellow windows stained with age and the litter that seemed to cover every inch of the school grounds. No one takes care of this place, I thought with a bitter smile. It just made my ideas more solid. I needed people. What better a place to recruit them then a old school. A school that was destroyed and looked horrible, a safety hazard to the kids lives. Kids that already suffered enough.

I walk closer to the school, my long coat flapped gently in the breeze. I flicked my brown hair over my shoulder, trying to act normal. If I acted out of place, the few parents and older siblings would become suspicious. I didn’t need that. Too much had already happened in the district, with the latest murder of a child, parents had become very protective. The Merchants had argued with the District Mayor for better protection, but of course the idiot had done nothing. I scowled at the lack of care. The sun bounced off of the necklace around my throat, it was a leaf, from one of the rarest plants in the district. It was also the prettiest flower, but it was the leaf that was the most valuable. It contained a poison that had been used in the creation of the Tracker Jacker. The poison controlled you. It was fitting that I wore it, I wanted control. But that wasn’t why I wore it. The gold chain hung around my neck because it reminded me of my other goals in life. I wanted revenge. I wanted to kill my father for what he had done. He had torn my mother away from me, my only friend. What better way to get revenge then control the district.

The school bell rang out, a high pitched sound that could easily be mistaken for a siren, or the wail of a hovercraft. It always made me flinch, no matter how much I tried to stop myself i would always flinch from the sound. It reminded me too much of the nightmares that still haunted me. I could still see my mother cowering in the dining room. The way she leaned against it, as the blood poured from her side, the blood that was her life. Then my eyes would flash o the man, I had known all my life, the man I followed like so much. There was a hammer in his hand, an old rusted one. He had screamed at my mother for lying. For lying to him. She had been protecting me. She had lied for me. She had died for me. I would wake up screaming every night for her to run. But all I ever saw was the hammer falling and my mother’s scream of pure terror. Then I would remember nothing else. I never remembered anything about my mother except that she died for me. We always remember the most haunting moments in our lives.

I shake my head banishing him from my mind. I needed to think. I needed to be in control. I give myself a look over making sure I looked presentable, not scary or suspicious, I needed to look like any mother waiting for her child. I walk over to the school. The kids were exiting in a big blob. I peered up high pretending to look for my child. I would pull on a smile every second or so that would drop as if I had spotted a child that resembled mine, but wasn’t. I stand on my tip toes and peer into the throng of children. With a sigh of mock annoyance I head over to a large group of waiting parents. It was time to recruit some people. I needed help for what was to be done. A gentle smile creeps onto my place. I needed to play the part. I want revenge on my father, he was a murdering idiot. The sad thing is, I have become just that.