trouble [serafina/nixie]

"My mother, she told me, don't get in trouble"

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Sometimes, I liked to cause trouble. Was that really such a bad thing? My parents seemed to think so, and so did my sister, but I wasn't usually one to listen to what they thought about my life choices. I did what I wanted to, and sometimes I was referred to as a 'little rebel', but I actually kind of liked that nickname. It had a nice ring to it.

Today, I'd ventured out of the house into the chilly weather with my coat tugged around me snugly. There wasn't snow on the ground yet, but the leaves crunching beneath my feet indicated that this wasn't the worst of the cold we were going to get. Today was still tolerable, weather-wise.

I walked down the street, away from my house, muttering to myself. I was frustrated with my sister, Marina. She wasn't eligible for the reaping anymore, and now she was trying to push all of her career training knowledge on me. She wanted to teach me, but I didn't want her help. That's why, today, I'd be doing something to mess with her. I just needed the supplies.

Upon arriving at the little market area of the District Square, I started looking at what they had to figure out what I could use, exactly. I saw a girl looking at the same stuff as me, and she looked to be about the same age as myself. Perhaps I could pique her interest with what I was doing. Having a new friend wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Hey, want to help me with something?" I asked of her, hoping for a positive response.

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"My father, he told me he knew I would"

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