lighting the fuse || puppy

It was almost dark. It was my favorite time of day. The sunwas setting and the sky was filled with so many colors. Oranges, yellows, blues and purples filled the sky and lit it up for one last hooray of the day before it settled down for a nap. I also liked this particular time of day not for something as silly and poetic as the colors of the sky. I likes it because it was finally time for me to start what I love to do most - cause problems. I have never been a good girl. It seemed that I always got notes about not behaving or getting kicked out of places and getting beating because I couldn't keep my mouth shut or stay out of places I shouldn't be. Some said I was in disciplined and unruly, others said I was rebellious and courageous. I don't like to label myself as something as powerful as rebellious and courageous. Oh no, I would consider myself more of an angry person. Just angry at the world. I was angry for never being able to meet my parents and older brother. Angry that the reason I couldn't meet them was because the Capitol was too damn controlling to let anyone do anything them make sweaters. This anger I felt inside me was the reason I never really followed rules and stood up to authorities and the reason why I feel the need to lash out and punished for it.

No matter how many times I get punished for what I do I keep doing it. I wear a pair of jeans with so many holes in them. It was hot and the sun was drying up all the water that was left by the downpour we had last week. Curse the ran, it killed so many fun activities and cooped me up in that awful home with all those annoying god damn kids. I don't think I could ever have kids. They are too annoying to handle on an every day basis. Turning the corner, I slip through a gate that has a sign reading : 'Do not Enter' which also reads in my vocabulary 'Meri, Please Enter' So of course I enter the chained door and sneak behind some boxes. The lot was relatively empty aside from a shipment of sweaters that were going to be shipped out the next day or two. I crack a smile and wait for the workers to walk back inside. Running I slid to the boxes.

I kneel down by the box of who knows what and take out the four matches I bought early last week. It had been a month since I have caused my regular untraceable havoc and today seemed like the perfect day to start some. Each match was small but powerful which in my mind sent a message. Even though we may seem weak, we can rise above. That's what my mother always said, at least that's what they told me she said. The god damn match won't light. My heart beat races, this is what I get for buying cheap matches off of someone in the street. But isn't that the only way to buy matches without someone getting suspicious? I hunch over the boxes and viciously start trying to light it again. "Shit. Shit. Shit." I curse under my breathe. Then I hear a movement from behind me but I don't suspect it to be anything other then a rat . Who comes back here anyways? Just me and the rats. I must really fit in well her according to most. I am almost through all my matches and I can't help but think how much money I wasted buying these faulty matches. When I just about had enough the last one stretched against the pavement and began to spark. I smiled deviously as the match lit up in a flame. It was hot and powerful yet so small. "It's about god damn time." I say watching the flame flicker.

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