Interlude 1

~But I got smarter, I got hotter in the nick of time, honey, I rose up from the dead~

Two blonde ponytails connected to an adolescent child with tears flourishing in her round, piercing blue eyes who was currently running away. She occupied the emerald-green hallways of her childhood home, hoping to recognize at least something to assuage her distress. The adolescent soon reached her bedroom with mountains of books greeting her. Something familiar, something that was meaningless to others, but her.

The adolescent girl was done with this drama. Nothing was ever simple in her life, and today would be no group of friends that she was in, as they had a few things in common with being LGBT or being a writer, but it just all blew apart; leaving her crying and wishing that she never had been born. It wasn't as if she could truly apologize for anything anymore. Conceivably, it was her fault for not being into the latest fashion, shopping for clothes nor collecting the latest fashion. To her, she was more interested into the old-fashion books, mostly comics or long chapter books.

"I'm sorry, I'm not adept. I'm sorry, I'm too foolish. I'm apologetic, I'm someone who's clingy. I'm sorry I have a quick temper. I'm sorry…" Charlotte's voice cracked as she stated those that was true. It wasn't like her family was poor like the outer districts, she had plenty of money. Additionally, she never really asked for the money. Charlotte couldn't conduct herself to become one of the spoiled Capitolites with their flamboyant nature, using everything for granted, but she was opposed. "I'M NOT APOLOGETIC FOR THIS!" her voice raised into a higher octave, which she wanted to wince at the sound, but refrained herself from wanting to.

Sorry was such a redundant word for fools who brought in mistakes. To Charlotte, she didn't want to become those babbling idiots who apologized for things that weren't their fault. Charlotte wanted to remain who she accurately was. Conceivably, she would be an outcast for the rest of her life with her glasses or her plain appearance.

Charlotte shot up right, her blue eyes widen in was typically for her to dream of this. The incident. It would be about ten years give or take in a few days, ever since she declared that she would no longer be friends with was severe at first, for them to entitle her, "hectoring" and "spoiled" during their malicious fight that led them to shattering off the friendship. Charlotte stopped trying to be someone to fit in when she was eighteen or has friends. Everyone deserted her including her parents. With her mother dead a week prior and her father when she was little; she stopped having empathy for people. Who wanted someone to be loyal, empathic, and kind forever? No one. Charlotte modified herself becoming a bitch; her mother confronting her when she remembered she had a daughter, but it wasn't often.

"Madame President, are you up?" A feminine voice interrupted her trail of thoughts.

"Of course, you could come in!" She shouted as Charlotte sat up in her bed. She scanned downwards and spotted a book with pages that looked practically untouched right by her least the book didn't suffer from any damage, she thought to herself. Her assistant, Maia, stepped in. Her usual curly hair was straightened, her dark skinned seemed to be radiant, oil. Charlotte met the gaze of the mournful eyes of Maia and gazed at her until she finally said something.

"Madame President, I apologize for waking you up this early but there's a matter to attend," Maia spoke, her voice sounding neutral.

"What is it?" Charlotte snapped.

"There's a limited audience wanting to talk to you."

"Who are they?" Charlotte snapped. She rose out of bed, grabbing a pair of trousers and a white blouse and changed, not caring if Maia saw or not. Charlotte changed and listened to what Maia was trying to discuss.

"Um, I think they said Melene Hara, Marlene Mabel, Drew Tesken and Diantae Li," Maia responded which Charlotte was barely able to refrain herself from fainting. Absolutely not, this cannot be. Her ex-friends, requesting an audience. Conceivably they would beg for forgiveness or not. She knew what they were like and possibly hadn't changed since she last saw them. There was only a slim possibility of them actually being different.

"Alright." She pulled on her boots and walked off to gather the limited audience that requested to consult her.

Charlotte found her way and gazed at the young adults and man in the hadn't altered a great deal throughout the years. Drew had his mousey hair cut short that only reached to his ears, with his dark orbs gazing at a portrait, she couldn't be precise. What was different was the body he was in and he didn't wear glasses. Last time, she saw him was in Drew was in a girl's body and still wore eyeglasses. Marlene still sported her mahogany, low-ponytail and wore her black-framed glasses still against her olive skin. Diantae, nevertheless, had her plump look with nothing different with her black hair and eyeglasses. Melene was the one who had a drastic difference compared to when Charlotte last encountered her. She trimmed her hair short compared to her waist-length and have blue streaks in it. She remained to have her chocolate eyes.

"What makes you think you could request an audience with the President just like this?" she voiced which made them jump and turned around. She rolled her eyes as she recognized the startled looks on her face. "I could have been in a meeting or something."

"Charlotte-" Drew started before a stern look from the her cut him off.

"It's President Carstairs now," Charlotte hissed, "besides no one calls me Charlotte unless I authorize them to… Are you here to gape and stare at my success? If you thought you left me broken and would kill myself a few weeks later, you're incorrect."

"You don't have to be rude," Marlene commanded her.

"Oh puh-lease. You maybe, the peace-settler and a therapist now. Sadly, I don't really care what neither of you have to say," Charlotte snarked back. "It might have been almost ten years since we last talk but you can't honestly, expect me to greet you all in a friendly manner."

"I thought you'd forget about that," Diantae piqued up. Charlotte barely cast a glance at her, as she continued to glare at her ex-friends. The same people who dared to send her a holo-message saying that she was a bitch, rude and cried that day, on her way home from school at the hurt message. Maybe it was her fault, for being too sensitive to hurtful words who these people were supposed to be her friends, nevertheless. "Since you ignored us while we were out shopping, weeks ago before the President passed away."

"I saw all your happy expressions and left since I doubt you would even care," Charlotte responded back in a bored tone. "Anyways, I have to go."

Charlotte turned away, motioning a dark skinned, pale hair avox to transport them away. She didn't want to deal with them again. They already brought her enough drama and she didn't want to deal with that again. They abandoned her and were ecstatic together. Besides her ex-friends didn't need her. They already were prosperous enough.

We'll get to see some more interactions of this as I actually decided to do this as a side-plot instead. I just added what I went through this week. It was damn frustrating too, to have your friends have a fight and yet could never forgive you for the mistakes. Honestly, if you want to hear it in full detail, just pm me about it. I'll be more than happy to. I'm a huge fan of Cassandra Clare so I'm actually referencing them with the names. Um, there's one more prologue still, I just haven't even wrote it as well. Submit tributes if you haven't. I'll reveal the tributes next prologue in a few weeks.