A New Day (open plez do join)

Tristy Traverson

I walk down the street briskly. A few strands of my light brown hair fall in front of my eyes, but I push them away. My hair is pulled back in a low, messy ponytail and my clothes are tattered and stained. I look like an ordinary woman from the Seam. But I am far from ordinary. I am a spy. My thoughts are interruped when I see a boy shouting for help for his sister. I slightly roll my eyes, my lips pursed. What complainers these district people are. Every little thing bothers them. I look at the boy again, and I see him smack a doctor and scream on the top of his lungs. Then, he heads for the fence, for the outside of the district. I know this is something I'll have to report, once I figure out the boy's name. But that's easy enough.

Quickly, without anyone noticing, I slip on the pair of sunglasses in my pocket and sit down on a bench. As I lift them to my eyes, a screen appears. Then, pictures of every resident in the district appear. Catagories appear also, age groups. I pick "teenager," since the boy looked about 13 or 14. Then, it asks me for hair color and I choose, "black." Then, I scroll through the list with my eyes and find the boy, the boy named Verta Invikeds. I smile and put the sunglasses back in my pocket. When I stand up, I see the boy again, but this time, there's another one with him, helping him out.

As he was dragged around the Seam, Shane tried to keep the strait and calm face that his father did when he absolutely had to deal with a place like the Seam. Though he was found in the Seam on a regular basis, he still didn't go to the residential area.

He became depressed as he saw the blurred shapes of the tin houses, until they turned into the small walkway of a rust red house. He was quickly pulled inside and placed in front of a make shift couch, on which was a young girl who looked to be unconcious.

Around the girl's mouth was ringed lightly in red that was obviously from blood. Taking a deep breathe Shane leaned down to listen for breathing. He also raised his fingers to her hand and felt for a pulse.

"Well she is still living," Shane said as calmly as possible to Verta. "Oh and my name is Shane by the way, Shane Katiha."

He then turned back to the little girl as he rubbed his hands together. Once they were warm he pressed them to different placess on her knees, back, neck, and palms. Expeting that Verta would be confused he spoke, "I am a specializer in Pressure Point Therapy."

When he had finished pressing about 20 different spots, the little girl awoke in confusion. "What were you doing before you got tired and slept?" Shane said in a soothing voice.

"I-I--was chewing these weird mint leaves, they didn't taste like mint though." She answered innocently.

"OKay, we are going to make you feel all better huh?" Shane said with a smile. He stood up and turned to Verta, "All she did is eat a little poison oak. She will be fine in time, but you should definately keep an eye on her for the next little while, until she learns what to eat. She only was knocked out because she got a fever and the blood was the spines on the leaves. She will be okay."

Shane knelt back down and pulled a blanket over and up to her chin, "She is a really sweet little girl. Do me a favor, find me if you ever need help again?"

"Oh so your a shopper too huh?" Shane said as he put a huge emphasis on the word shopper. No one who lived in the Seam could shop that frequently, especially for little things that are right on the edges of the forest. "But thank you and no thank you for the tea, however I would like to tell you a bit about myself so you know that you can trust me, if you don't mind. . . "

Shane raised his eyebrows just slightly, vindictive of the resistance in District 12. No one would realize what he meant, unless they were part of the resistance. He stood there relaxed, and calm when the small girl coughed.

Streaks of blood streaked the pillow which caused Shane to look at her arms, they were flushed bright red and she was still coughing blood. "She needs Chai. But they don't sell it just anywhere. We need to go shopping."

"You are right, but my weapons are all stashed in a hole in the ground near my house. I have to walk to go get them, so in ten minutes I will met you on the meadowed hill." Shane nodded his head toward the door and walked across straight in front of Verta.

"Grab your little sister and we can put her at my house where it will at least be heated in and won't look strange if we are walking together," A small smirk played across Shane's face. He knew no one would care or even notice.

Shane's brother who was only a little older had always brought to notice to everyone in the District that he had a way of 'slumming.' Never realizing it before, his 9 year old ego didn't like it. However he soon realized it was not only true, but a compliment of sorts.

Shane could always stay popular, and get any girl he wanted, simply by being himself. That meant unlike his brother who was popular by association, he was popular simply because people liked him.

He then, snapped out of his thoughts noticing that Verta had picked up his sister and opened the door, motioning out.