{.:Blue:..:Berry:.:Pancakes:..} [Dee]

Pancakes hair twirled behind her, its golden strands entwining within another. It was like a candle flame, almost, filing itself behind her in some way. It was Pancakes best feature, turning itself in and out, finally landing in something of a curtain, no Mary-Sueness intended, of course. It just sat there, being the normal hair she had.

Well, that could be where her normality ended, in some opinions.

She continued skipping down the sidewalks of the district. Oh, the relaible sidewalks of District 8. Grey, cheap, reliable. The capitol expected the district to be that word: Reliable.

Of course, it was one of the more... rebellious districts, but Pancake just looked past this and skipped amongst the grayscale buildings that served as factories and shops.

The main row of the district, mostly with shops, but with a sock factory at the end of the block. It piped out a thick, black smoke. But, it was placed stratgically amogst the shops, Pancake assumed. She didn't know why it wasn't on the outskirts of the district, like every other factory. She just walked around the rows, watching the dull things as she passed.

She looked at each sign the most, but nothing really changed. The green sign for the butchers had aquired peeling paint from the last with storm, and the bakery that sold Pancakes favorite bread had a pencil mark of graffiti on its sign.

How had someone done that? Pancake thought to herself as she tapped her feet around. She turned around when she reached the edge of the street, at the furniture store. She pivoted.

Pancake didn't nessicarily turn, she pivoted. She put one of her feet down to the ground, then would gracefully make a turn on one of her feet, thus pivoting and returning to walking.

Nobody knew why Pancake did that, pacing on the street back and forth, when her shift wasn't there. She just walked, observing signs and greeting whomever came towards her. She would greet them with a simple "Hello!" Then, continue walking, one yellow ballet flat over the other.

She clapped her hands and smiled, walking towards the bakery window. It smelled good, sweet. Like pancakes, almost.

Blueberry, perhaps?

She looked towards the window, seeing the owner place a small platter of blueberry pancakes in the window.

The plate was the color of cream, circular. A classic plate, if anything was classic enough. It had small licks of red edging on it, almost like stitching on the edges. Yet, it wasn't. This confused Pancake, who continued to observe the pancakes on the platter, ones the size of her hand. She observed the golden, fluffy pasteries with wide eyes.

The blue eyes that lit up at the thought of the blueberries that sat inside the food that she wanted so much.

She pondered if she would want to eat them. She did, definiatley. But, she wasn't quite sure if she exactly... wanted to buy them.

She finally shot the pancakes a confused look and skipped inside the shop, sending a tinkling bell behind her. A slam of the door, and she was in the cheerily lit bakery, where a very bored looking teenage girl stood, blowing bubbles in her gum.

Pancake went up to the front of the counter and smiled. "Hi! Im Pancake! What's your name?"

The teenage girl gave her an annoyed look.

"Well, I would like one of those blueberry pancakes please." Pancake insisted, nodding enthusasically. The shopkeeper nodded and gave her a pancake in a paper towel. Pancake paid the funds needed to, and then walked out.

She resumed walking.