Julia walks in the house, and goes straight to the kitchen, where she turns on the light.

"so, what are you here for, again?" I ask a little confused.

"I told you Ms. Mason, I came here to get your life story."

" why the fuck, would you want my life story"

"because, your life has some interesting twists in it, and I want to know what they are"

"so, what? I tell my life story, you write down somewhere and publish it in a future textbook?"

"By, the looks of it, yes, probably"

"Then if that's the case then no" I reply.

"I was told you were really stubborn"

I roll my eyes and go to the cupboard and take out a bottle of liquor. I pop it open and take a big gulp. I turn around to see the women still staring at me. Well, what interest does she have in me? My life isn't that remarkable, not like the mockingJay's is. So, if that's true then what is this women really here for. I turn around and grab another bottle of liquor from the cupboard. Then, I turn around again and slide the bottle of liquor right in front of her.

"go ahead, try it, it'll make you feel good." I tell her.

She looks at me curiously, and decides to try, for she knows I won't stop bugging her about it. She pops the bottle cap open and is heisting about if she should or shouldn't take the first drink out of it. I smile her hesitating is really making me amused.

"go ahead, I won't hurt if you just take a tiny sip." I say, smirking.

Of course, my amusement probably has her really annoyed by now and she decides to just go ahead and take a big gulp. After she really has a whole session of coughing and I just roll my eyes.

"come on, I don't have all day, lets just get started." I say.

She then, stops coughing and looks up at me. "really, you'll tell me your life story?" she says, surprised

"yea, yea just hurry up and lets get started before I change my mind." I reply.

"Alright, tell me, however you feel like telling your life story." she says.

Several years back

The chirping of birds wakes me up. I sit up on the floor. Since there is only one bedroom in this whole tiny house, there are two beds, which one of them are taken by my mother and the other by my 15 year-old brother, Will, and my two 5-year old brother and sister, woody and joy. But, to tell the truth I really don't care where I sleep, because if they are alright I'm fine wherever I sleep.

I get up and rub my eyes, trying to get the sleepiness out of them. I get up and put on a coat and some shoes to go outside. I check to see if no peacekeeper is around and dig out my axe. Of course, we are the lumber district where lumberjacks come from, but that doesn't mean we have our limits to. Like for instance, carrying a weapon outside of a working site may result in you getting a whipping, and believe me, it has happened.

Then, I go through the trees near my house and see my place where I cut up pieces of wood, that we use for our fireplace to warm up. It's only a stump I use as my holding place for the wood to keep it steady, for when I'm going to chop it in half. I take hold of my axe and bring it down and chop the wood in half, then, I throw it off the stump and repeat the same thing with another piece of wood. In a flash, I repeat this about five times and gather all the wood I have chopped and garb a hold of my axe. Then, I put the axe where it was and cover it with dirt. After, that I take the wood in side and start a fire.

I go to the bathroom and take a bath in the icy cold water. After, I put on some old t-shirt and pants. I go to the room to find will still sleeping along with joy and woody. I really don't want to wake them up but, it is a school day. I whistle the loudest whistle I can make, and well, I guess it's effective because they're awake before I can finish. I smile at the sight and cross my arms.

"alright, I think it's time to get ready for school." I say.

"ugh" they all groan.

"no, no ugh, come on it's a school day, remember." I say

Will smiles. Although he may be fifteen he looks already seventeen or older.

"Johanna, is really necessary to-"he stops in the middle of his sentence, because there is a knock on the door.

I get closer to the door when for a moment there is no knock I wonder if that was all my imagination. But, suddenly, there is a pounding on the door which makes me jump. A voice on the other side of the door is what really worries me.

"Ms. Mason open up the door now" the voice says.

Only one thought comes to my mind when I hear this.

A peacekeeper is at my front door.

alright now that's done.