Marcos Brave | District 12 | CB | FIN

Cruel is the word he knew too well.

Growing up in twelve had never been a walk in the park, but he found the quaint charm in it. His family told him from a young age that he would struggle, just like they did. It was just how it was, but the coal mines did offer some sort of income. 

He knew he didn’t want to work in the coal mines though. He saw what it did to his brothers and father. Sometimes they would come home in pain that Marcos never wanted to experience. However, he was not fortunate at first. The moment he was old enough, he was ushered into the mines and told that he was going to be worked until he cried. He didn’t understand why people had to be cruel, but that was just something that he was just going to have to accept? Right?

He knew that he could find better. 

He was traversing through the district, trying to find anything to attach himself too, but of course, none of it really made sense to him.  He met a boy that told him he looked unassuming. He was confused by that comment, but then an envelope had appeared in his hand and he was told to deliver it to a house in the district and then come back to this very spot.

He was always good at doing what he was told, and so when he came back to the spot, he did not find the boy, but he did find a small envelope with his name written on it. He was confused, but he opened it to find a little bit of money in it. Another message scrawled in the inside of the envelope. 

“Well be in touch Marcos”

He grinned and walked out of that alley.