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The sun was shining and the birds were humming in the treetops. Today was perfect, just the perfect day. The reaping was a couple days ago, and while families mopped around, eyes sad, lips turned down at the corners, I wandered the streets a smile plastered to my lips, my eyes dancing. It was true that I wished to be the one who was preparing to fight to the death, it was true that I was jealous that I was being left behind. But was there much I could do about it? No. I couldn’t really just drag the male tribute off the stage and take his place. I couldn’t really beg the peacekeepers to offer up one more place for district twelve. I had tried once, only to be disappointed as they dragged me away back into the depth of my home, not towards the hover crafts but back to plan old nothing.

So why was I so happy today? I don’t know, to be quite honest. Maybe it was the fact that today was just a cheerful day. It is a good day to smile when the rest of the people frown. I have always been that odd one out, fighting against the mainstream ideas of my home. Most people tend to avoid me because of that, and also the known fact that I had once locked away 23 other children and made them fight to the death. To be honest, I didn’t really get the problem with that. I mean, I just got rid of a few more children who would probably end up dad anyway. Not many people lived long in district twelve, so in some messed up way, I was helping, really, wasn’t I?

My feet made barely no sound as I whistle my way down the street. No particular tune exited my lips, just an odd sound, but I smiled anyway. I was just too happy to be disappointed. I had nothing really to do today except cause some trouble- maybe that was the reason for my unknown happiness? I don’t know- but who even cares! It takes a lot more effort to smile that frown? Am I right, so why not smile and work those muscles in my face!

Dirt walls of the streets grew around me. Weeds and garbage and grime coated the walls, littered the streets. We were a rather poor district, okay maybe that was an understatement. Most the district was living in poverty- me included. But I was not about to let that extremely sad fact let me down. I was going to smile, smile and think about all the dead children that there will be in a few weeks. Ahh death. Death could always turn a down day into a happy one- for me anyway.

Some people just seemed to try too hard to be sad, and that, that was something I just couldn’t understand. Anyway that is enough of my ramblings. I was on a mission, a mission to cause some mayhem, to make the district shake a bit- after all trouble was my middle name. But what to do? There was just so many ways, so many little things that I could do to stir the place up, so mnay options, and it was not making my choice any easier.

A frown crosses onto my face as my mind works through all the pranks that I could think off. I could light the school toilets on fire, but was that really creative? No. That wouldn’t really leave a mark, those types of things happen all the time. I needed to think of something unique, something that no one had ever done before, something that left my tag. I needed something that would be remembered.

My find lead me through me home, as my mind worked endlessly back and forth, hoping for an epic idea to filter into my thoughts.



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