Byanca | Wanderer | FIN/CB5

When you get persistently reminded that you were a mistake, there is a likelihood that you may just boil over.

”I was never meant to have you!” My mother forced my father’s surname onto me, supposedly he met me a couple of times when I was young but I cannot remember a face. Supposedly he was much older than my mother and that he has a few successful children. Not that I am one of them. Three years after my mistake arrival into this world, my mother actually settled with someone and had a planned daughter.

”You should act like Francesca and you might just get somewhere in life.” For twenty-three years of my life, I lived in the shadow of my younger sister. The Capitol was meant to be the best place in Panem to live, except I was in hell. Her partner hated me, my mother hated me and my sister pretended to like me. Such an irritable shadow it was to be hidden amongst. A useless girl, soft in head, my mother loved it; she was able to manipulate her.

My mother used to call me ”Selfish and unsociable.” It is funny how she was unaware of the nights I spent socialising at the bar, haha the blind woman!

The Capitol was never the place for me, it is too confined, I need somewhere to explore and stretch my wings. The day I threw my fist square into the face of my sister three years ago, was the day I fled. My mother would have had me confined in the detention centre, it was her own fault anyway, and she was showing off.

Now I am likely a forgotten memory of my mother’s a mistake never to be spoken of again. Well it works both ways; they’ve vanished from my thoughts.