My eyes opened. The sun rays were dim.

I sat up to sit on the edge of my bed.

I looked out my window, my fingers running through the shattered glass.

I, then made my way to the closet and grabbed a coat.

Trying to make less noise as I possibly can, so I don't wake my brother or sister.

I went downstairs to find that my parents are out. Probably working.

I made it out of the house, and smelled the burnt oak roaming the streets.

It was about the 6th hour, no later than that.

I can tell because the noise of workers from a block away.

Chopping trees, talking about everyday things.

My district provides lumber for the Capitol, we are surrounded by trees and forrests.

It has said that we're the largest district of Panem.

A larger district means more free space, especially outside of the gates.

Which is where I was headed.

I usually roam outside of the gates often. When I need to take a breather, to gather my thoughts, or to even hear myself think.

Nothing usually happens beyond the territory.

Just more and more trees..

I don't roam too far, unless I must.

There is a pond about a mile out that I found when I did adventure far.

'Meeting Point' I call it.

Here I found paths to other districts, I do not dare to go beyond further.

The reason being I get caught.

I wandered out far enough to discover District 8 and 10,

Also, about less than a mile far from meeting point.

But I have only traveled far enough to those distances,

to seek something interesting.

Because nothing new ever happens in District 7,

same things, different day.

Wake up, Eat, Live, Breathe, Think, Sleep. Repeat.

I wanted change,

I wanted a different routine.

With the 74th games, around the corner..

I just have this, odd, weird feeling that it might be me this year.

And I'm not thinking negative nor positive.

This is neutral and

this is everyday.

I walked far distances to meeting point,

It's been a couple of days since the last, but nothing ever changes.

Tall trees surround meeting point, rocks that make a barrier around the pond.

Some stacked above one another and it creates a nice pattern.

Today I watched the full sun as it rises. I could see it peek inbetween the trees and leaves.

It's beautiful and warm. Just how it always is.

I thought about how I never caught sunset,

which was probably just as beautiful.

But I was usually home by then,

helping my mom cook supper.

If only there was something, somewhere that was as beautiful and warm as the morning sunrise. But I don't think there's anything possible.

Not in District 7, at least.