Those in Glass Houses {Sher}

The reaping had just occurred, and even though i know i'm damn lucky I wasn't reaped, i had a weird feeling that I should have been. I needed to prove myself. I took out my anger on the dummy, slicing the leather with the sword I was practicing with. I made sure to obtain the correct stance before doing so. Other people stared at me oddly, like I was a monster by ripping the leather of the fake human that now bobbed back and forth. I wasn't a ,onster though. I'm a normal girl, with insane strength. Not much too it now is it?

I did this a couple more times until i felt exhausted and needed a break. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and went over to the wall where my drink sat, water condensing on the outside plastic, just waiting to be gobbled up by me. As i took a huge gulp of water. I noticed a boy sitting across the room from me. he had a black book and didn't seem very happy. He gave others, the others that stared at me like i was a mutant, he gave the others an evil like grimace. i scoffed at the faces of the other careers. People in Districts one and two are so full of themselves because they think they are the best. Well, that can be a good argument, district two did bring home the victory this year did they not? Julian was a good tribute, very loyal, but came home dead in the head. He was so worried about everything, post-traumatic stress i guess.

So, i made my way over to the boy who quickly snapped the spine of his book shut. His eyes told me that he still was very angry with something. I don't know what though. I got mixed feelings of despair and evil from his sullen eyes. I looked at him innocently to show that i meant no harm what so ever. I sat down on the ground next to him and took another sip of water casually. "So watcha got there? it's a nice looking book." I said calmly and a bit sweetly. I didn't bother grabbing the book in fear that claws would come from he skin of his finger tips and rake my hand down like a tiger.

the boy was well fit and plenty handsome, but seemed very insecure and judgmental. Not to mention the tinge of anger that lay in his voice. he snapped back at me and stood asking who I was and what I wanted. He was very tall, well compared to little me. I suggested he tried to intimidate me, well two can play at that game.

I stood up and changed my innocent eyes to a steady glare of disapproval. "I'm not a murderess, I'm not here to kill you and I don't want anything. I was just trying to be friendly, but that cold tone of yours seems to show that you wish upon no friends huh? Well, I'm Bryony Scott and its nice to meet you." I said snapping back and standing as bold as I could as I looked up to him. I wasn't ready to back down know the he was being so mean. this something I just don't do. I stand up for myself, because ya, I'm damn proud.

He just looked at me with that same angry glare. I just stated back smirking at him sarcastically. Honestly though, I really wanted to know what was in that book of his. He seemed to be guarding quite closely and that made my curiousness even stronger for a certain little black journal.

You are a murderess, you just don't know it yet. te words struck me unpredictabley. It was true though. Now that I thought about it, bea trained to kill. I scoffed at his comment to how thr I was not offended it anything. "And I could accomplish that easily. I mean, I don't see you training." I said mockingly to his face with a look of amusement on my face.

He introduced himself as Carver Predd. Handsome name for a handsome boy. I smiled at myself as I thought this, the corners of my mouth growing upward slightly. he sat back down and crossed his arms. I stepped slightly closer and crossed my arms myself to help me feel more secure and protected across my chest. I turned around and bent down to pick up my cool water bottle as he spoke.

Is there something you want to know? He said questionably. I took a glance back at his black book. I raised my brow and opened my mouth. "Well I want to know what is in that little book of yours."

he seemed to think a lot despite his aggressive nature. He was sharp and thought well before he spoke. He seemed smart, but not smart enough to tease me on like he did. Usually I'm nice and sweet, like I tried to be in the beginning, but when these loud mouth smart ass people come along, I kind of explode. Their so annoying! I could talk back to them all day long!

"It's a journal, a private one" he said in a more mile mannered tone than usual. As I took another swig of water I nodded and crossed my arms again examining te book in his hands. "So like a... Diary? So you do have a soft side..." I said laughing a bit and keeping my eyes on the book. I returned my eyes to his and smiled in a sympathetic but mocking type of manner. I decided to go on and lay against the wall seeing that he wasn't going to hurt me any time soon. I shook my head in amusement.