The Valarro Kitchen [Matta] [Blitz]

"So you actually think that just become I came from your loins that you have power over me? That you think that you can control me, tell me what to do? Well, if this is any indication-" My hand reached for the recently washed plate, my eyes not daring to to separate from the cold stare of my fathers. A smirk came over my face as my fingers let go, the plate smashing to the floor.

"-I'm pretty sure I have my own damn free will." They were both screaming at me, my mother in near hysterics as she started chanting her prayers to God to "purify" her hellish twin children. My father was right in my face, so angry that his spit nearly gave me a second shower. So gross. With the smirk still on my face, I shoved my father aside, ignoring my sister as I rushed out of the kitchen into my room, my father screaming curses the entire way.

3, 2, 1... I grinned as I heard the smash of the cup on the floor. After I was in the safety of his room I knew that Yaa couldn't resist being the good girl, even for a day. "Welcome to La Isla De Ace, sis. You made it here in record time." I nudged towards the imaginary watch on my wrist, grinning wildly. "So what do you think mom's saying now? 'Oh Lord, please spare our satan-loving children and make them not suffer too terribly in the fiery pits of Hell.' What a joke our family is, huh?"

I sighed, lying back on my bed. My eyes were glued to the ceiling, each indentation another reminder of how trapped I was in this place. Just a few more years and I would be out of this house, away from these shitty parents. "Sometimes...sometimes I think that I should just go out and stab somebody. Just so they can drag me out to the Detention Center, away from here. Surely it was better there, right? Better than this District?" I paused, sitting up to look my sister in the eye. "Sometimes I think...I want to volunteer for the Games."