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Chapter One
The world is a wonderfully vast place some say it's a warm one full of wonderful things and people, but it's not warm at all it's a cold a suffering place where humans live out their time alloted to them and die. No one cares about anyone that brings them no worth, all they care about is hurting those who are weak and different just to boost themselves to the top. Now, just like with every rule there is some exceptions; very few and hard to find but there are ones to this rule as well. The few extraordinary people who put all above themselves to make even the tiniest bit of change, those are the people worth celebrating not the ones who push others into darkness just for their lives to be a bit brighter. This is what I wish to be; I know what it is like to be hurt and I rather make others happier than myself. I believe this can be accomplished with no words because what are words than just tools to hurt and destroy others. I have been alone in this world for far to long dealing with the pain that go with it to let others feel it as well.
I am jarred from my thoughts by the door to my room opening, in walks the brightly fluorescent colored woman whom I've come to live with, Effie. "Katniss dear, I know it's the middle of October and this is a new place, but please try to make new friends." She speaks looking towards me like I will respond. I don't understand why she expects I will I haven't said a word in the twelve years she has known me. Holding onto false hope is my guess, she is one of the few rule exceptions; her and Haymitch. They're good people so I try to stray from depending on them to not make their lives difficult. because of this I nod my head, lying of course but she doesn't need to know. Her bright eyes dull just a bit as she turns and walks away, closing the door.
You see my name is Katniss Everdeen, 17, sophomore, star student and athlete. Don't forget rich, but it isn't mine so much as Haymitch and Effie's. I have lived with them for twelve years now, gone to a half a dozen different schools and have never had one friend. People try to be my friend but I always refuse, they are just fake and want me to boost themselves higher. As I reject their friendship I become an outcast with no one, it doesn't matter to me because I just aim to help the under dogs and go unnoticed. We moved to this small town in Maine from London, England. My room, well more like whole floor, is full of paint cans and unpacked boxes of various things laying about. It's currently Saturday morning around six in the morning, I sit on top of my bed not sleeping because of the nightmares I don't want to face. I quietly get up and move to the first thing on my list today: Painting, I am going to paint every room on my floor a warm dark color contrasting the stark witness of it now. Placing a sheet over everything gathered in the middle of my room, I go over to one of the cans popping it open to the dark forest green inside. Placing my brush in I start the task, slopping the paint onto the walls and spreading its color. I chose only dark colors for my rooms so that I won't feel as cold on the outside as I do within myself. The forest green, deep browns, and enticing blues cover the cold lifeless white, warming up the space making it whole. As I wish to do to others' lives.
At about ten a.m. I put down my brush, having finished five of the eight rooms and the long hallway, I go down the enormous stair case to the open space of the kitchen. I make eggs, waffles, and set them down on the counter for Effie and Haymitch to enjoy before they head off to their jobs. Effie only being up four hours ago to make sure I was ok and Haymitch get up and come down to eat in ten or so minutes. They being some of the exceptions to the rule about life work for a organization providing medical care, food, education, and clothing to those in need around the world. Luckily for them life decided to be a little fair and they have become rich from helping others. I make them breakfast on most Saturday mornings to make up for the trouble of having me here and to show my gratitude. After finishing that I sit at the table eating a waffle and some strawberries waiting for them to come down. The creek of the top step alerts me they are coming and I sit up straighter, trying to show them I'm ok without using any words.
"Sweetheart, what have me and Effie told you about this, we don't need you to make us breakfast every Saturday. We can do it ourselves." Comes Haymitch's booming voice as he pours himself coffee, Effie right behind him getting her tea. I shrug in response knowing that I don't need to, continuing to eat my meal. "And yes I know saying that won't stop you, but you have no reason to feel obligated to just because we adopted you." He adds as an after thought. "Oh, and darling about your new school I sent them the notes explaining how you don't speak and h ow you do not need any help on that matter. They said they will not force you into counseling as long as you keep your grades up." Effie speaks, adjusting her aqua green wig of the day while sitting down. "Of course we know that won't be a problem seeing how you are in every honors class possible, and a star athlete on top of that." She adds. I nod, washing and putting the plate and fork I used away. "Me and Effie will be leaving today, as you know, and will be gone for about a month to two months. Your credit card has money on it use it as you please, and the house keepers will be in weekly to clean up, so you don't have to worry about that." He pauses, thinking about whether or not to say his next sentence, "Call us if you have any problems, and when we get home we will be checking to see if you have done any self harm. Is that understood?" He speaks will authority, but gentle and concerned. I nod, placing my hand on the fading scars. When the world becomes hard I cut myself, and they found out. "Good now come here so we can say goodbye." Thrills Effie pulling me into an embrace with her and Haymitch.
Once they have left I continue my job of painting, when that is finished I get started on decorating. Even though I don't speak I do still have interests and hobbies, boxes full of my posters, music, trophies, concert tickets. My trophies from gymnastics, track, and swimming and lets not forget the music competitions. I go to the third door down the long, now blue, hallway into a room full of shelves. I place all my trophies, medals, and awards onto them filling the room. I don't win these things to be on top, I win them because I love to do them. Next comes my room; the last door in the hallway, dark green, soon to be filled with white christmas lights and tickets, photos of places, and books. I spend the entire night filling the book shelves that make up my walls and around my bed with the collection of books I have come to acquire over my life and pinning up the memories on my ceiling and hanging the lights around the room. When I finally am finished it is about three in the morning and I collapse onto my bed in exhaustion. I sleep a dreamless night, so grateful to not have the nightmares that usually plague me in the night.
The next day consists of the same thing, unpacking. Stopping only to make myself a meal or to take a bathroom break. By the time night rolls around I have finished unpacking everything and my living area is completely organized. I fall asleep reading one of my vast amounts of books, only to be awakened in the early morning by my dreams. As I lay in my bed staring up at the ceiling I think about how I start school today. Just focus on making other lives better and going unnoticed, I keep chanting to myself; dreading having to face the monsters that wait inside the school.