AN: This story is posted on Quotev, but I wanted to post it up here
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games just the OC's in the story.
Today I woke up early, my window proving that the sun's come up, just barely peeking over the horizon. I've taken to getting up early like this lately, as it takes forever to get my younger sister and brothers out of bed. I looked down at the small figure next to me, she was thrashing around and talking in her sleep again. I had to get out so I padded my way towards the door, carefully creaked it open and slipped out only to trip on a loose spool of thread on my way out. They didn't even notice.
I peered out the window in the hallway shivering slightly from the draft. Outside's getting a lot cooler now, soon they'll pull us all off the lines to start sewing fleece onto those new peacekeeper jackets. I love it when they do that, since all the material for their uniforms is white there's no dying to work be done and I can let my battered hands rest for a few days. All there is to sewing linings is running the sewing machines and making sure you go in a straight line. It's mind numbing work but I love when that first new batch of fleece comes in and rolls down the work line. It looks so soft and white and thick, I feel warm just thinking about it!
My mind wandered to my own coat, it's threadbare and will barely keep me dry this winter if it's as wet as the last one. I wonder if maybe we could save up for a new second hand one. So long as I don't end up wearing my brothers hand me down one again. The arms on all his clothes stretch out far past my hands. I shuffled quickly into the small washroom and threw on the clothes I had discarded yesterday. I was running late, there's a new kid in the dying room and she didn't know where to put away the dyes so of course I had to help her.
My walk to work by contrast is quiet. I like to stick to the side streets, avoiding the urban crush of my district the best I can. Often when I walk alone like this, I wonder about the people who came before us, the ones who built so many of our dilapidated buildings.
They teach us about them in school of course, how they didn't listen to their governments and how there was fighting on every street, each person trying to get ahead of the other; that their governments couldn't control their citizens and let them do whatever they wanted. The idea terrifies me, how would you decide what to do without the guidelines set by the Capitol?
They didn't even have districts back then! Everyone worked at whatever they wanted, no required hours at the factory! I can't even imagine it, all that freedom. Of course everyone breaks the law every now and again, but imagine if there were no laws to break! That's how they describe it in school anyways. Personally, I think they're fudging the truth a bit. Society couldn't possible function that way could it?
Either way, I don't see a lot of reason in questioning it. Our world has always been this way and will always be that way, no matter how much we complain they've have our number. The districts will always submit the Capitol, end of story.
Wondering can't hurt though can it?