Meeting of the Minds[kitkatmalfoi]

It's cold out. I love the cold. The wind is biting my back and snapping in my ears. You don't sweat in the cold. The sun has turned the clouds pink and gold. Shiny, flashy colors. Too prefect. Just like the rest of District One, too perfect for anyone's good. I close my eyes and remember it's cold out and I ought to be thankful. When I open them I see my brother, Isaiah. He's smiling, crookedly, like he's expecting me. I put my hands in my pockets and breathe the dirty, fake District One air. It's the Mason family smile. I walk over and mirror that stupid crooked smile. Maybe our parents are smiling down on us with the same crooked smile. What a ridiculously sappy thought. They had no right to leave us. Mamma, dancing in the pink clouds while I suffer. Sounds just like her. Their are two kinds of grief. There's sad grief and there's angry grief. Mason took one and I stole the other. I need him. I need him and his stupid patronizing smile. I don't think he know can be just as much trouble as he is. Not that he'd admit it if he did.

He's amongst the crooked streets and twisted alleyways. District One is so beautiful at first glance. Towering silver building, pink skies and perfect people. Until you see the dirt in the back alleyways where they deal morphling. Until you meet the poor people. The out-of-place people who don't have makeup smeared across their starving faces. The ones who don't color everything they were born with and train to kill everyday. People like us. I'm sick of being treated like someone lesser simply because I don't have more. Isaiah understands, he knows, he is. He knows sometimes you have to fight for what you want when it isn't handed to you on a silver platter like for everyone else. He fights for me, and that's all that matters.

"So what's the plan? There's always a plan."