bad at love (Cameo)

I picked myself off the ground that I was laying on, trying to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my day.  Of course, My mother told me that I needed to meet a quota for her to send to the capital, and personally, I wasn’t having it.  I didn’t want to send any more of my work to a city that would put us up for the slaughter.  However, the last thing I did want was to feel the wrath of my mother.  I hated my mother sometimes, but I hated my step father even more.  When my step-father came up to me, I usually walked away promptly, just like I was planning on right now.  He told me he wanted me in the house to work on a couple garments with him.  I looked at him and shook my head, knowing full well that he could do it by himself, he just wanted to spend time with me.  I didn’t want any of that.  Not at all.

 

So I walked out towards the town square, trying to find the usual tree that I sat around in order to get away from the house.  I hated being in the same place for longer than I had to be, and of course, that would be home.  When it came to my family, I was close to them, but at an arm’s length.  I appreciated my solace.  Time for myself was something that I rarely came by now a days, and when I did, I had to take the opportunity.  When I finally got to the tree, I finally hopped up and took the stress off my feet.  I don’t know why I was in a weird mood today.  Maybe it was because I had avoided yet another reaping.  My heart nearly stopped when I heard the boy’s name called and it wasn’t me.  I was sure that I was going to be the one that was reaped.  There was a weight lifted off my shoulder, and I pushed that boulder to the side.  I could live another day after all.

 

I looked up from the tree to see a boy that looked like he didn’t belong.  His dark hair and eyes told me that he might be up to no good.  Regardless, I had to be on high alert, less I get targeted for a random attack.  From time to time, I knew that someone in eight might have been punched in the face here and there.  Luckily for me, I wasn’t ever one of them, however, I wouldn’t have been surprised if my mother was because she was quite the piece of work.  I sat up and pushed my back up against the trunk and looked at him with concerned eyes.  “What are you looking for?” I said, trying to think about what I was going to do if he were to assault me.  Of course, he didn’t seem like the type to attack someone without motive, but then again, nothing was ever certain in times like this.

but now hes calling me a witch again.