"title" (cinder!!)

[kahra]

I finally reached the inn. This stupid thing was 10 miles away from my house, but it was the only job I could get. Right now, however, I was just picking up my paycheck.
"Hey, Zach," I said to my 17-year-old boss. This was the only boy that I would ever date, but he was just my best friend. He handed me my check.
"Hey, Lila." He smiled. He had terrible teeth, but it was endearing. "I think you'll be happy with it this time." He winked at me with a dark blue eye. I love his eyes.
"I'm always happy, Zach!" I smiled too. Then I heard the telltale voice of someone I really didn't like seeing.
"Oh, Lila!" Ugh. Daniel the flirt.
"Gotta go, Zach. Bye!" I kissed his cheek and ran off to the stairs. I sat down and hoped the crowd would hide me.

[cinder]

Dru had been forced to come along with her parents to some dorky part for aging rich people. Her blue eyes seemed to stare right through the wall of the small, usually empty in--boredom tended to do that to Dru. Her eyes would glaze over, her perfect posture would fall down a little bit, and the small flirty smile she usually wore when out in public with her image-obsessed mother, would turn into a small frown. Usually her mother, the aging Queen of District One, would step on her foot and glare at Drusilla sharply for a moment. Naturally Dru would open her mouth to say something offensive in her special little hollow-toned voice, before she realized her mother honestly did not care, but was just trying to keep the family image up. That and if the mayor was present, he would take note that Drusilla Bellatrix Charlesburg seemed unstable, and then how was Dru supposed to win her way into his circle and somehow dethrone him once she reached the age of twenty-five?

When a young, annoyed, girl ended up stepping on her foot, Dru found herself icily examining the girl. She looked familiar--like a farm-cat to a farmers daughter. Farm-Cats apparently breeded like crazy in places like District Eleven (I dont know how I know this. Dont ask--its just a fun little fact Ive picked up in my fifteen years of life), and although they all looked the same, one could almost recognize specific ones when giving the cat its fullest attention. Of course, if I'm going to think of us in little animal-roles, Id be the cat and she'd be a... a mouse.

"Watch it," Dru nearly growled, her voice soft as to not draw the attention of anybody important. Dru talking with some commoner girl? Drusilla Charlesburg flustered because said girl stepped on her foot? The teen quickly assessed the situation. Obviously this stranger farm-cat was to a part of this cruel, socialite, metropolitan party of politics. For one, she was not decked in jewels and wearing a lush, pretty dress like every other female in the room. Second, she had the worried, flustered look of any commoner of the great District One. Dru had always been able to tell the difference between common-folk and people of status. Of course, Ive got to be polite to the common-people too. They're the ones who vote for mayor.

"Sorry," Dru apologized with no true emotion in her voice. Its the thought that counts... ?

[kahra]

I looked up. There she was, the so-called "queen's" daughter. Psh. I don't need her fake pity.
"Whatever." I curtsied mockingly and sat back down, watching the people dancing and drinking and laughing. I wished I could've been one of them, but I wouldn't risk bumping into Daniel. He was the persistant boy who didn't understand the word "no" meant "stop talking to me, insignificant being."
"I found you, Lila. You can't hide from me!" I looked up again. Crapski. It was Daniel.
"Um, hi, Daniel." I stood up. "I was just showing..." I grabbed Drusilla's arm. "My friend, here, around the inn. I can't talk right now." I whispered in her ear, "Back me up, because rumors fly quickly in popular inns."