hello from the other side |arctic|

[mat]

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♚jarvis♚
i wish i can be a king

The girl with annoying black hair sits two desks in front of me. She twirls her long hair, and all I can think of is grabbing an axe and chopping the head off. It comes off like my shoes, and her hair is mopped over her unattached head. Her body slumps in the chair she sits in, and then, it is motionless.

With a blink of a pair of eyes, she is missing no limbs. If Pepper wasn't constantly asking to see my drawings, I would definitely make that work of art on paper. Pepper told me I was descriptive all my life. In some cases, it helped her get a better knowledge of me, but in others, it just gave her more reasons to worry about me. She has no reason to worry about me. The constant concern in her voice shows me that Pepper Botts is not one to give up. She is not one to forget.

Kameron Venn. Her brother was in the Hunger Games, and after he died, murdered by his own friend, she has never been the same. She is less perfect, but her popularity in school has grown. Popularity is disgusting, and I'm not just saying that because being popular is not my forte. It is just a huge contest on who is of more importance. And if there is nobody to tell you you are important, then you won't believe it either. Being popular is like having a motivational squirrel by your side at all times. Some people have plenty (their attention crowd), and others have none. I have no motivational squirrel, no weird animal to tell me to "Gopher It!"

Kameron stands up and turns around. Her face is bloody in my mind for a single second. No eyeballs, just blood oozing from her head. My imagination goes wild to those who anger me. I have to continue to withhold my anger because I don't want Pepper to get another note from my teacher. I don't want Anthony to give me an unneeded pep talk. But withholding anger is like poison. The more to try to conceal it, the more it'll kill you.

I don't need a ping if I'm not talking to anyone specific, so I mutter out some words.

"Make way for the Queen," I try to make it unheard, but my voice has never been quiet. I scooch my chair to the side to make way for the idiot. All of them are idiots. Clever. Slack. Pepper. Anthony. They think something is wrong with me. They think I'm not right in the head. But I can assure them that I'm not crazy, no I'm not crazy. I'm a badass bitch that's saying hello to the other side of life.

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

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hello from the other side

broken and shattered
all from a game of life

[attr="class","itokaytext"]Kameron had never expected when facing death with an arrow pointed at the victim's eye would result in her own popularity. Let alone her own brother, whom had been a follower of many. Including herself; leading them down many paths that aren't necessarily the best to travel down. However it was her decisions, or that she believes her decisions that he is now buried six feet under. Most people underestimate how hard it is to lose someone. It's always seen as it'd be a quick healing, not much pain involved and tears will be the only source to relieve sadness.

But they've got it all wrong. All so much wrong. It's not even close. It starts with doubt. There was not one minute, not one breath that was spent from Kameron that believed that Geo was truly dead. It was instict really. She believed he could go far. The female that has been grown famous in the school of District Six because of her brother's stopped heartbeat thought he could go home. Though that was all a silly fairy tale planted inside her head. A myth. A story told by many to lift spirits. But unfortunately, those spirits have fallen quickly.

Standing up and turning around, it felt that the girl had eyes upon her. Watching her, almost as if she were a lions prey. A sigh would escape her lips, finding it quite annoying and uncomfortable but she didn't give a damn. Staring wasn't unfamiliar to her. Kameron had found herself staring at her brothers grave a lot, wondering what life would be like if he had won. Trying to erase the thoughts from her mind she had started walking. A simple concept, until some boy who probably thought he was smart started talking.

"Make way for the Queen." Kameron would roll her eyes, finding her eyes planting on the boy who had spoke the words. He was decent looking. Too bad he wasn't her game. A grin would find itself upon her face as she would look at him. "Shouldn't you be walking, then? That voice sounds pretty convincing for a female."

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[mat]

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♚jarvis♚
i wish i can be a king

Kameron Venn looked at me like Clever would any time I tried to get him away from me. He always made a smart-allec remark, and this girl seemed to go the same way. "Shouldn't you be walking, then? That voice sounds pretty convincing for a female," she speaks with pride that I've never learned to obtain. I imagine my sight to be tinted red because while I look at her, all I wish to see is blood on her face. Blood, blood everywhere.

The bottom of her jetblack hair lays on my desk now, but I remain unphased by her. People don't scare me easily. Clever is the only one to have made me fear for my life, and nobody will ever be as bad as he. Kameron Venn, a sister of a tribute who couldn't save either of his friends, is trying to act like she owns me, but I have always been a free spirit. Popularity means nothing to me. No person besides Slack and Jerdan mean anything to me. My twin brother and my school crush are the only two people that I love.

Some may call it immature, but I do not respond to her stupid call. If she's been with me in school all of our lives, then she should definitely realize that you can't just speak to me. You have to ping me to see if I'm mentally aware that we are in the same state. I do not even nod or shake my head to show that I'm listening. I'm not going to let her stupid remarks get the best of me.

"Pong, pong, pong." I mutter aloud. I choose not to make eye contact with the girl until she grabs my attention. If she doesn't know how, then she isn't worthy of a conversation with me. Number and Aang even have to bark at me to get me to talk to them. I can just imagine within two barks of our little talks, they scream to me, Jarvis, ping!

I sit at my desk with so much pride. I don't like bullies. I don't appreciate stupid people being hateful for others. If it is self-defense, then that is a totally different story, but Kameron Venn has always been a mean one. She must be punished, whether it be in my near-perfect mind or in the flawed world.