Evan Vix | District Five

Fifteen. Some say it's an age for new beginnings. A fresh, clean start to a new mindset.

I disagree.

Have you ever been in the shoes of a teenager in this world wreaked with havoc and chaos? Not being able to discern your own realm of thoughts from the harsh, bitter reality of society? I guess I am one of the lucky ones though. Five, that's the District I was born into. Or assigned with, if you want to get deep. Except, I still haven't been assigned my power. That's what were suppose to be used for right? Mindless droves of individuals 'powering' their greed. I refuse to accept that motion. My mother said words can turn into deadly actions, and to mind my tongue for being so young.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, giving it a little twirl at the edges. Natural brown curls, heh. Sister always did say she was jealous of how I could simply wake up and not have to spend time on appearance. It was a waste, anyways. Who cares about the newest fashion or keeping up to date on the trends? In my eyes, it's all a decoy to distract us from what's truly going on. Cover yourself up in makeup as you cover your ears to the propaganda and brainwashing surrounding you.

As stubborn and rash in decision making as people described me as, at the very least I can pride myself in knowing I won't be one of the few sheeps to fall while following their flock of a cliff. I'll be the one sitting back, observing, and laughing at their foolishness. If you comply to them, you die or live miserable. If you refuse, you're detained, and who else knows what happens. There are rumors of painful interrogations as punishments. I don't doubt it, although I'm grateful to say I haven't been one to find out.

It'll come around to it one day. It's bound to. Everyone encounters their dose of Capitol 'reinforcement' sooner or later. As average as I am able in height, I believe I can make up for it. Having an athletic build can bring in some advantages for any potential rowdiness that could occur.

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My mother and sister are really the only figureheads I have in my life at the moment. My dad, we don't really talk about. He enlisted in the Peacekeeper Corps when I was three. I don't remember much of him. We don't keep any pictures around anyways, so any prior memories have now since faded. If you asked me, my father is a big player on power. A reoccurring theme, it's always about who can turn out on top.

In the long run, it doesn't matter much. Regardless of my outcome in life, I'll more than likely never see him again. Who would want to love someone who runs away from their family and causes problems elsewhere to begin with. A 'hero' to the Capitol, but a traitor to me.