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Chapter 2
The New Boy

Mr. Snow, the Head, called us in and moaned about our 'school standards' and many other dull things. Mr. Snow is quite young, for a headmaster. Before him, a very old man, Mr. Achaicus, retired from his job and Mr. Snow, a politics teacher, was chosen for the job. His speeches take a century each- or so it seems to all of the pupils (including me) This time, Mr. Snow was talking about certain glitter bomb set off near his office. It was nothing though- it happens all the time. Our class stayed behind to be told that our new member would be joining us in second lesson (art). Then we were dismissed into first lesson which was history. I handed in my project about the outline districts. My parents disapproved of my interest (as I have mentioned before) but my history teacher, Mr. Jumil, absolutely supports my knowledge of what life in the other districts would be like. Empathy, he calls it- stepping into another person's shoes and seeing the world from their point of view and apparently I'm very good at it. It comes in very handy in history- whether it would be a Capitolite soldier or a pre-apocaliptic 19th Century maid. That's why I enjoy History, and English. It's ever so exciting to develop your knowledge, and, at the same time, develop the knowledge of your own self. It's not like that in any other subject. You can't empethise with what pi is feeling or what would the copper feel like if he was bonded with iron. It's impossible! They're not people. They're just inanimate objects.

That day, I decided to do a little empethising for myself- what would the new boy feel like when he would come into the art classroom? Scared? intimidated? Lost? I know I'd feel that way and I wouldn't enjoy it. I madeup my mind- I would help that new boy as much as I could, unless he has the natural talent of being friends with everybody.

"Miss Trinket! I'm disappointed in you." said Mr. Jumil quietly. "Everyone is busy writing about District 7 and you haven't even written a word!" I bent my head in shame
"I'm sorry sir, but I was empethising."
"Empethising?"
"Yes. About the new boy who's coming in to our class. I guess he'sd feel intimidated and I'd like to help him."
Mr. Jumil nodded and said,
"Very well. I'll let you off this written task. I can see you're feeling a mixture of emotions about this new starter. I can see why you'd think he'd be intimidated by this class!" and he pointd to Portia. I smirked and thanked him once again- one can never forget one's manners, especially to your elders.

The bell rang. It was second lesson. He would be there. I felt my stomach turn. Portia could sense it. I was glad I sat next to her in art. I love art too. It's in my top 3 subjects along with English and history. You can empethise with art too. Medieval images, depicting religious scenes, for example. You can emphasise with the artist for his intention and what they wanted their audience to feel like when they saw it. Anyway, I felt Portia prodding me in the back, begging me to turn around. I was in my own world though. It paralysed my body. I wound myself up about this boy, he wouldn't want to be friends with another vain Capitolite like me. He wouldn't see me as I really am so why should I bother with helping him if he will not offer a hand of friendship. I took a deep breath and saw a boy, about my height, looking down at the floor. He was put into the empty seat next to me and I was told that I had to look after him.

"Hi." I said and inside I thought 'what a great conversation starter' "I'm Effie."

He smiled at me and said "I'm Cinna". His head still hung down, shy.


I am writing this while in Austria. Hallo mein Deutsch Freunden auf Österreich. Ich liebe Österreich und Wien! :)

I might update tomorrow :)