Why the Fuss? {Mattio}

Bad luck, or, in Sage's case, terrible luck, was nothing out of the ordinary. He wouldn't be surprised if he got reaped along with some really threatening-looking tributes, got beat up on the train, scored a one, and then got murdered in the bloodbath within the first few moments. With his life, that wouldn't be an unusual day. Well, aside from being reaped or murdered. He hadn't done that yet. The boy had been beat up plenty of times, though, and today was no exception.

After having fallen out of bed in the middle of the night and hit his head on his nightstand, Sage got up in the morning with a small gash where the corner of the nightstand had hit him. It was still bleeding when he arose from his bed, but he ignored it. Putting on his clothing that was a bit too small and slightly torn in some places due to being worn so much, he then trudged into the kitchen where his sister greeted him. She had made food for him- toast. It was really good toast, aside from when he initially tried to eat it and ended up burning his tongue on it.

Sage was up relatively early for a Saturday morning, compared to many people in the District. After all, it was about seven o'clock in the morning when he headed out the door with his coat on. It didn't quite zip properly, as the zipper always got jammed, so he left it partially undone and headed down the street in the direction of the flower shop that wasn't too far away. Sage had actually managed to earn a bit of extra money recently. Perhaps that was the one lucky thing that had happened to him in the past week or so. That's why he decided that he was going to use the money to buy some flowers for his sister, Parsley. Parsley always took such good care of them, since their parents died, so it was what he thought of as a way of repaying her for being so wonderful to him.

When he was on his way to the flower shop, however, a larger, older boy that Sage didn't recognize had decided to approach him, and not in a friendly manor. Instead, the one who approached him knocked Sage to the ground, kicked the money out of his clenched fist, swiped it up and continued to laugh after the fact. Sage tried to get up, only to be pushed back down again by the attacker. The boy wondered why he was always the target of these kinds of things. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd been stolen from.

"Hey! Give that back!" Sage demanded of the thief. The thief, however, didn't listen. He grinned as Sage still sat on the ground. The younger boy didn't dare try to get up, as he knew he'd probably just get hit down again. He didn't know what to do, and he felt week. The grinning, rather satisfied attacked hadn't turned away yet, though, so Sage knew that there was no chance that he would be able to successfully rise to his feet yet. What was the boy waiting for, wondered Sage?

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