Babies [Lavender, Night, Wes, Whoever else]

Night waterfall district 12 age 15
It has been a few days since I was forced into the forest , and well I left out of being a bit uneasy , and just giving wes , and lav time alone. Now I am eating my serving of breakfast , and lunch which is a half a piece of bread. I know I will go hungry the rest of the day. Lately I have been skipping school. Just focusing on something that means more. The rebellion. Today would have been no different except for today everyone is to skip school per say. We are bound to watch what this years quall will be. I am squirming. I am scared. I wish to not get picked. If the capitol uppers my chances then I am bound to. I hope I don't get picked. This chance of a rebellion has really just started to give meaning to my life. My friends from inner town don't see me much anymore , but I have created closer friends.

Wes the boy who I fought with. We were just starting to get along. Lav I found out the other day is my age. I would have known except I think she skips school. Not sure. Luckily I was able to look it up at the tesserae office her age. I was not allowed to get tesserae for some reason. I suppose too much has been taken out. Anyways I skip school now too so that is cool more time to waste. I start to tap the table with my hand. The hand. The hand that I was using in case the peacekeepers come. It is still scabby , and a puss is coming out, but it did stop bleeding. I know it seems bad still , but it will be easier to get it over with if we do get caught. When I hear the beeping I know the capital's announcement about the quall will be coming shortly. They do the stupid ass speech. Then they continued. To remember blah blah blah. I wait for the actual quall announcement.

When I do hear it a part of me wants to shout yes , but another part thinks the hand route will be nicer. I look at my hand. How. How. I am happy , but I am also outraged at this quall. my mind has never been so contradicting. I continue to look at my hand. Like I said before that would be a quick alternative. I shake my head. still keeping that thought at the back of my mind. That announcement. I know I should be happy because well now I don't have to be in the quall no matter what , and I am , but all those little kids.... They were just kids like me. The oldest a year younger than I , and the youngest too young to fight like they should. It is by the way always the 12 year olds who die first. perhaps this will make it more fair for them , but no no matter what 23 kids younger than I are sure to die.

Then I think lavender is safe , but did I ever catch wes's age no. My eyes bulge a bit. What the Fu** if he is younger he is sure to be doomed. My mind is racing. Anger is racing. I leave my half eaten half piece of bread on my table. I ignore as the television blurs blank. I can't take it. I have to make sure. I have to find out. Wes can't get picked. Little kids can't who am I kidding. The capitol no matter how you put it are just demons waiting to be killed. I run out of my house. I am running. I hear nothing around me I know it is the world mourning. I hear some cries as I continue to run. I know older siblings , and the young ones are crying now. They know they have a 50% higher chance of themselves or their younger siblings being picked. I wonder if Wes knows yet.

Eventually I don't even know where I am in district 12 , but I see him. I see wes. He is putting up a poster like nothing has happened. It has though. I run up to him panting a bit. I catch my breath. Before he can ask any questions or before perhaps he even can notice me or acknowledge who I am I burst into question real fast , and frankly I think it may seem that I am mad at him. I am not though right now I am nervous for him. I am mad at the capitol though. Raged actually. How could they take in kids I mean all kids. None of them will be over 14. I shake my head a bit thinking then I yell. " Wes what age are you?" I look at him waiting for a reply. I know it was 2 seconds , but I need to know." What age what age what age. Come on quick please." I am practically throwing a tantrum. I just need to know.

Night Waterfall District 12 Age 15
"Mother f** " I said silently to myself. I was enraged , but a part of me right now was just plain sad. I plopped myself on the dirt floor. " What the heck is the capitals problem. I mean I know they are cruel , but now this?" How is it even right I think to myself. " Wes you better not get out any tesserae. This rebellion of yours needs you." I was going to say I needed you so I had hope but that was selfish. I played in the dirt with my hands. I know it looked odd me on the floor. But I did not know what else to do. I was enraged , and I had to control myself one way or another. This was the only way. I looked at the floor again.

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Night Waterfall district 12 age 15

I don't know what I expected. A quick reply saying no he did not buy it or along the lines of yeah he would never put himself in that position. Or even that he did before the quall was announced , and that is why the tesserae ran out. No I know that is false. I know they just knew that I was too old at the time for their devious monstrous plans. I also know that what comes out of his mouth is much worse than a simple yes. The words that come out are no words at all. My fingers start to pull some weeds I am keeping my eyes down purposely. I want a reply. I know there won't be a reply unless I ask again. I know that I won't like what he replies back with.

I continue to dig in the dirt with my fingers prolonging what I know the answer will be when I ask directly. The answer will be a rash one. That is what I am afraid of with this everlasting silence coming from wes. I am trying to keep my mind busy , but I know people oh too well to even have a slim doubt on what I know he did. He did the unthinkable. This unthinkable could have happen any other year , and be normal , but no not this year. Wes must have signed up for an excess amount of tesserae. He must have signed up for multiples one for each family member. Heck he may have even gone through the system , and signed up for more than the needed amount. I am trying to pluck the grass , and make it look like I am examining it , but I really can't help , but sigh.

My sigh comes long. " Wes" I say in a softer scared voice. " How many?" My voice cracks up a bit as it comes as a whisper. I look at him holding back some tears.I don't want to ask him the other question again so that is why I went with how many. I am getting scared for Wes. For the past few weeks I have started to consider Wes as a little brother or just a brother for the matter of I was not sure if he was my age or not. Since my little sister died I have never been really close to someone like a sibling. I have had best friends , but they were never people who you can trust. Can I blame them they had siblings to look after themselves they did not need to put their trust in just another good friend that could also turn their back on them. I am not one of those people , but people don't know like I do how peoples minds work. Wes yes we have had a lot of fights , but I know that he is a trustworthy friend. I have begun to love him like a brother. I am not sure if I can take losing another sibling...

My eyes wavier awkwardly to the grass I am not sure if I am willing to hear the number. Wham! I heard two bodies slam into each other. I look up from pulling a dandelion out of the grass. I am surprise enyet not to see lavender. I am also not at all phased , at them almost toppling over me I am almost just too sad at the prospect of Wes's answer to care about what might have happened if Lavender slammed into Wes quicker. I bet she is wondering the same thing I was. The same question that she won't want answered after it is told. Leave lav I think to myself you don't want to know trust me don't hurt yourself your feelings your emotions you are better off not knowing.

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