better than revenge // shrimpeh (:

If there's one thing that I absolutely hate about being in the Uprising... Well, there isn't just one thing. There are multiple reasons as to why the Uprising members can get on my nerves. I mean, I'm the shucking Vice President, I would think that I would be able to get a bunch of rowdy kids, most of whom are a few years younger than me, to shut the hell up. But no, clearly I'm incompetent in the field of telling somebody to "shut the shucking hell up". Perhaps I curse too much - that might be it. Don't people with influence... Not curse or something?

Meh. Whatever.

But that isn't the only thing that bothers me. Do you know how crowded it can get in a tent? I mean, I lived in District 10. We practically slept on top of each other for Pete's sake. But I feel like there's even less room to be alone in the ruins of 13. At least I could have alone time in 10, but here I'm asked questions constantly, and I never have any time to myself. Sure, most of the kids are nice and all, but a girl needs her space. Just a few days ago, I was bombarded with a half-an-hour long "question session", most of which involved answering the same exact questions over and over again.

"Yes, we want to rebel against the Capitol."
"Yes, we're going to do something soon."
"No, you're not allowed to knife a fellow rebel, don't you know that you dolt?"
"We don't have much food - we can't really give you seconds. Sorry."

As you can see, we're a mangy bunch of idiots. Not only are we rowdy, unprepared and very angsty, but we simply cannot work together as a team. If somebody's going to go and flip out a switchblade at every opportunity that they get, how are they going to be able to control their emotions? Fear will shake many of them to their core, making it almost impossible for them to rebel against Peacekeepers, Gamemakers, even the Capitolites, whose blubber could be used to power candles for years on end. Yep, they wouldn't even be able to murder a Capitolite; they're all too hasty. Sure, they may kill one or two. But then their guilt will catch up with them.

They're only kids. They don't have enough trauma to truly handle the consequences of ending someone's life. Of course, I probably don't either, but I'm the Vice President. I'm supposed to act brave, act tough. I'm supposed to be one of those mindless killers. After all, it's all for the cause. Like some old dude once said "The end satisfies the means", or something along those lines. I think I read that in a textbook... Hmph. It may have been "justified", I'm not sure.

But anyways, back to the story. You see, all of those rebels just kept pestering me for so long, that I had to have some time to myself. So I told Griffin that I was taking a short trip. I wasn't going to be gone long - just for the rest of the day. I promised him that I would return in three days, give or take a couple of days. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know what I was going do do. So naturally, it would be obvious to many that I was gong to have to be allowed to "wander" for a little longer than he wished. Well, he probably wished that I wouldn't leave (after all, who else is going to get them in line? He could barely keep order at all during the first meeting) Regardless, I packed up some food, grabbed my switchblade, and I was off.

I walked around aimlessly for a while, just looking around, watching the clouds float by, shivering because I didn't bring a jacket, normal stuff. At night, I would prop myself up against a tree, and pray that I wasn't eaten by a bear in the middle of the night.

Yes, I brought a map. No, I didn't get lost. Well, I'm not lost, that's the correct wording. No sirree, my sense of direction is perfect. How else would I wind up outside of District 7? Wait, District 7? How the hell did I get here? I think that subconsciously, I had been desiring to go back to 10 for a bit, see Nadia's grave, say hi to Mindy for a bit. You know, visit. That wouldn't really be a good idea though - it's pretty obvious that I'd be captured and sent to the Capitol to become an avox, if not killed on the spot as soon as Peacekeepers saw me.

Anyways, I'm here now - on the outskirts of District 7. The carpentry district. Perhaps I'll find some new rebel or something of the sort. Who knows? I think Pravine was from 7... Hmm. Just then, I see something move out of the corner of my eye. A small gasp escapes from my throat, and I crouch into a defensive position, my switchblade concealed behind my back.

Oh. It's a girl? Curiosity getting the better of be, I silently walk towards the person until I'm a good six or seven feet away. After examining if she has a weapon or not, I decide to just say "hi" or something. Perhaps I should ask if she's hurt or something...

Aw, shuck it. Whatever happens happens.

"Yo, you alright? It looked like you had a pretty nasty fall."