Behold the Pleasant Spring [Night]

[Sarella]

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I feel like a bird, or even a flower maybe. It's wonderful. I'm running, running, running as fast as I can. The place where the flowers grow. Only a few have begun to grow yet, since it's only April, but thye are there. They are here, or here! It's flowers! Beautiful flowers! They are pretty. Those April Pansies, the Violets, the... the... the everything! Oh happy day! Happy day! I twirl and run, even twirl a bit while running. It's warm! It's actually warm again! Oh I've missed it being so warm, and I know it will only get warmer. My month... the month of April. I'm welcoming spring, just as my month welcomes the season. "Hello spring! Hello!" I say, waving at the sky, the flowers, the bird in the air. This is magnificent! Splendid! Absolutely remarkable!

"I love you dear spring!" I say. Maybe I'm a bit over-reacting, but I'm so excited. Soon May will come, and there will be pretty flowers everywhere! Maye might be excited as well, because her birthday is in May. "Oh happy, happy day!" I say again, and lay down in the grass. One thing that never seems to leave, is the grass. I lay there, staring at the blue sky. It's not clouded, or snowing, or even raining yet. Sure it rains a lot in April, but I think that's just like me. I'm always watering flowers. I always feel that impulse to add some water to them. I have to know they are nice and watered before I can leave, because it's just so tempting to make sure they don't die. I hate seeing dead flowers. Once, I threw up at the sight of a dead flower. It felt like I saw a dead person, but it's not like I haven't seen one of those before. In real life, not just on a screen.

An early butterfly wanders into my vision and I smile. "Hello little butterfly, where are you off to?" I ask. He keeps slying, but I make no attempt to chase him. I wouldn't like to get chased by a random person. Although wouldn't it be just wonderful, to be able to fly around like a butterfly? Or slither around in the grass like an earthworm? Oh that'd be devine. Absolutely positively. I wish I was a flower. Then I could bathe in the rain. I love rain, I just do, isn't it magificent? Not to mention, it's soothing, and even calms me down quite a lot. I'm usually calm though, so I guess that isn't such big news, is it? Maybe it isn't, but that doesn't change how it makes me feel. Water is wonderful. Blessed rain is splendid. I don't know how I can ever handle a drought, for any length of time. Terrifying I tell you, terrifying. Maybe I should have been born in District Four.

"Behold the pleasant spring!" I say with a little giggle. Of course, not everyone gets as worked up over spring as I do. I stand for a bit, wondering what I should do. Of course hed love spring! Nearly everyone loved spring! I take a step towards him but the butterfly seems to suddenly come back andflutter his wings in my face. I laugh a bit and back up. I'd never touch him. If I did, it could ruin his wings and he'd not be able to fly. If he couldn't fly.... he'd lose the specialness! He'd die of hunger! I could not ever do that to a poor, innocent little butterfly. I wouldn't want to die of hunger! It would hurt, just like it hurts when I feel hungry. Feeling hungry sucks, but I guess everyone feels hungy at times. Goodness, even a peacekeeper must get hungry, no matter how terrible they are! Maybe president Snow too... and Caesar Flickerman.. and... and.. the mayor! They all must get hungry, because thye are all living, breathing human beings! For the most part, anyways. I've heard people call them inhuman.

I stand up and look around me. Spring is here at last. I pick a flower and nonchalantly begin to walk away. I shouldn't spend all day like that. It's a nice morning, and hey, maybe I can get a job. I pass Ms. Sherer's flower store and she nods a hello as I walk by. It's obvious she doesn't need help, because she knows I get a bit shy, and always gets me when I walk by if she needs any help. I was kind of hoping to spend some times around the flowers, but things are how they are. Can't change such things, now can we? I mentally shrug my shoulders and look around me for anyone who may need help. I wish there were more job opportunities at times like this. We'd be needing some food tonight, and I'm famished. I've just got to eat something. And to do that, we'll need money.

Job searching is never fun. Getting turned down is even worse, especially when you get chased off, and accused of harassment. Really, I don't think asking to help is harassment. Nonetheless, I've still got a bruise from that broom. Sitting on the bench, I stare at the store window across the street. Why is it hard to do such things? Shouldn't it be easy? I just wna to help, I don't want to hurt any one. I don't want to be rude, or mean, or creepy! I try! I do try! I try to be a good person! Maybe the reason no one wnted me to help them was because I was mean or rude or something. I didn't mean to. Huddling my knees up to my chest, the pleasant feeling the flowers and spring had brought me drains. Maybe I'm a horrible person or something. I put my head between my knees and curl my body up as small as I can get, which isn't hard consdering I'm a small person.

A few tears well up in my eyes, and I feel like crying. Am I a bad person? I don't want to be one! I want to be a good person! I'm trying! I truly am! I'm trying very, very hard not to be mean or rude or creepy! I sob and, somehow (even though I don't think it possible), I curl tighter. I'm very upset now. I don't want to be bad! I want to be good! Very good! I don't get too angry anymore, only a little... but I do get angry. Not too much though! Not too much! Only a little. Another sob wobbles thourhg me and I feel like bursting. I repeat how I wnt to be good voer and over again in my head, attempting to convince myself, but it's just too much. If I was good, why would people not want me to help them? Can you answer that? No? I thought so. I keep sobbing, and just can't stop.

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[Logan]

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The house was whole of a bunch of drama. I was never a fan of drama, because they split our family farther apart then we already are. January was arguing with Marc over something stupid, and I just wanted to scream. My eyes glared at the door, as I wanted to escape the fight, and just relax. Whenever anyone was fighting, it always put me in a negative mood, especially since it is family. My mind took control, and I went for the door. The two men were too busy fighting to notice I slipped out of the house. Finally, it's over. My nose took in the aromas of the spring air. My body craves the cold. I'm cold blooded, so I didn't really enjoy spring, but I never looked depressed during it, because of Aibrean. Her birthday was in this month, and I was planning on a big surprise present for her. She is like a sister to me, and we always watch out for each other. I noticed some April Pansies growing a few inches away from the house in a bright green patch of grass. Pansies were Abby's favorite flower, or at least that's what I thought, since the name of them are very similar to her own name. My body rushed over to them, and my hand reached down to pick a few of them. Abby will love these, since she is always stressed from the job searching she does.

Now I had to try and find Abby in the huge area of District 6. My first place I would check was Ms.Sherer's, since she did volunteer their a lot. I knew the only reason Abby liked working at Ms.Sherer's is because there were flowers everywhere, and that has been her pride and joy since I could remember. I have never actually met Ms.Sherer, so this will be the first time I will see her. She must be a kind of decent person, since Abby can stand her. Remembering exactly there her building was a challenge, since Abby only brought it up once. She said it was located somewhere near that flower patch she loves, so I had to go off that. I sheepishly dragged myself to where I thought the little flower shop was located, and I couldn't wait to give Abby these Pansies, she deserves them. The faces that looked at me as I made my journey to the flower shop were interesting. A few were glaring at me and the Pansies that I had in my hand, like I was going to devour them up, or something. People always stared at me, mainly because I was a part of The Yearlings, and we always got eyed at as the "bad group." My mind ignored the people, and I finally noticed the little shop that must belong to Ms.Sherer.

I could notice a very nice little lady inside, and I walked over to the door, knocking on it softly. The lady answered the door, and glared at me like I was crazy. "What do you need, young man?" I can realize why Abby volunteered here. Ms.Sherer was such a nice woman, and she has such a warm welcoming tone in her voice. My eyes looked behind her, seeing a whole collection of different flowers. I'm not a expert with flowers, but I know Abby could name every single flower in there. I got lost in thought, and I looked back at Ms.Sherer, getting to the point of why I was here. "Hello, Ms.Sherer, I'm a friend of Aibrean, and I was just curious if she was here." The lady looked at me, scanning me up and down, before responding back. "I'm sorry, young boy, but Aibrean isn't here, but I saw her go down the street." Her hand would point over to the left, where I could see Aibrean on a bench. I thanked the woman, and I stormed off into Abby's direction.

I was getting closer to Abby, and I could notice tears in her eyes. What happened? Did someone hurt her? If someone hurt her, my heart would sink to the bottom of my body, and I would be taken shocked. I didn't jump to conclusions, because whenever I did, it turned out bad. I walked slowly over to Abby, sitting on the open spot beside her. I put my arm around her, and hugged her in close to me. "Why the sad face, Abby?

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[Sarella]

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At first touch I cringe away, but the second I realize it's just Toby I curl up to him and hug him. We were like eachother's mutuals. I always understood when he cried, and he always understood when I cried. I'm a bit comforted in general that he's here. "Why the sad face, Abby?" he asks me. He's the only person who really calls me Abby. I like my name, but nicknames aren't too bad, I guess. I sob a bit and open my eyes to look at him. "I'm bad." I say. Then I cry some more and my sobs become longer and louder. "Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad..." I state. I squeeze my eyes closed as tight as I can. Maybe he already knew that. He just wouldn't tell me. "I don't want to be bad Toby!" I say, and it's really, very true! I don't ever want to be bad. I only want to be good and that's it! That's it!

I rock in the seat and mutter "bad" over and over again. "Nobody hurts good people!" I say, fretting over the incident. "So I'm bad bad bad bad bad..." It's getting repetetive, and that's because I'm very upset. I wan to be good, but apparently I'm bad! All of the happiness spring brought me drains quickly out of me. How is spring happy when I'm bad? I can't think of anything bad right now, but I'm certain I did something wrong. If I had not then I would be a good person, and be working right now. Other people love good people. I myself like good people, and despise bad people. I know a few bad people, and I don't want to be like them! No no no! I keep crying and crying, not stopping for anything else but breath. This is so upsetting. So very, very upsetting.

What did I do? I wish I knew. Then I could fix it. I hope Toby understands what I mean, maybe he can help me figure it out. I just want to know! This not knowing is so frusterating I could just die.

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[Logan]

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I almost jumped when Abby was pulling away from me, then our eyes met. Tears were spewing from her eyes, and then she cuddled into me, giving me a tight hug. I wanted to give my best efforts to turn her depressing frown into a bright smile. She looked back up to me, and started to speak. "I'm bad." The last thing I thought of when I looked at Aibrean was bad. She was the sunlight on the darkest of days, and she was sweeter then the freshest of apples. Her head digged back into my chest, as she started to cry even more. Her voice kept repeating the word "Bad", and she was acting crazy. She started to rock back and forth and her seat, and spoke up again. "I don't want to be bad Toby!" Now she was talking non sense. I pulled Abby closer to me, and my lips whispered into her ear. "You aren't bad, Abby. You are the sweetest out of all of us." She can't be acting go negative right now, her birthday is nearing. I never liked seeing her sad, especially at a time like this.

I moved myself up from the bench. I noticed my shirt was soaking wet from Abby's tears, wringing it out slightly. My hands grasped onto Aibrean's, and I lifted her from the bench. My finger wiped away the tears that were forming in Abby's eyes, and I stared into her grey eyes. A grin crossed my face, and I started to speak. There's no need to cry, Abby. Just think about the positive." That's what my mother used to tell me every time I was bursting with tears, but she's gone. My fingers guided themselves to Abby's lips, and forced a smile. "Maybe a walk will help with your situation?" Me and Abby always enjoyed a long walk. We let out all of the stressed of the day to each other, and could just relax. My hands gestured her to take the lead, and I started to wait for her reaction to all the things I just did.

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[Sarella]

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"You aren't bad, Abby. You are the sweetest out of all of us." Toby tells me. I sniff and stop crying a little. Did he really think that? Or was he just saying it? I become still and think about it. Toby wouldn't lie to me, as far as I know. He took my hands and stood up, so I followed him to the position. I look down a bit, and then back up at him. He was going to say something now. know by how he's acting he's going to. And he does, and says "There's no need to cry, Abby. Just think about the positive." I roll the thought in my mind. Positive? I can't think of anything positive. Toby is here. That's good, I guess, since were such good friends. I like to imagine he's my brother. Sometimes I don't even think little brother. Maybe twin. Sometimes he acts like the older brother and sometimes I'm the older sister. It all depends on what situation we're in. I try to tap into the part of my brain with all the good things. Positive, positive, think about the positive. What stinking positive?! I've got Toby and that's the only stinking thing I can think of. He puts his fingers to my lips and makes me smile. I wiggle back my head and giggle. He didn't have to do that!

"Maybe a walk will help with your situation?" He half-asks half-tells. I shrug my shoulders lightly and look around. I loved walking with Toby, it was always calming and just plain nice. Sometimes we talked quite a bit, and other times it was silence. I like talking to him. Much better than the awkward silences some of the others give me if I'm around. Like Marc. Except his are a bit more confusing. I take a few steps forward and begin walking with him. I don't feel like starting any conversation, even though I do feel like talking. So I look at him expectantly, and wait patiently for hm to say something. Anything.

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