monty quinn || district 12 || done

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she was a lot of things, not all of them honest

montgomery "monty" quinn
seventeen

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monty quinn

Scraped knees and elbows ooze into dirty bandages, gone pink and washed out from neglect. She's clashing colors strewn about torn canvas, never a spare moment to stop and consider how badly they've begun to sting. Twelve is all about those little sacrifices. A good person is defined by what they've given up for another. If you're widdled down to skin and bone, it's so much easier to be lofted their shoulders and paraded through the square. Monty figures she was too young to be made into a paragon, so her neighbors settled for a martyr instead.

She refuses to call herself ambitious; she already has it all. Think as big as this small cage allows, she'd tell herself whenever clouds started looking particularly tempting. It's so much easier to indulge in all the things she already has. There's a greedy benevolence lingering beneath that bright smile of hers, extracting praise from grit teeth for every selfless act. She keeps a ledger underneath her tongue to track the price of every word she says has none.

Honesty is, perhaps, the most useless virtue. Does it matter if all those polite words were real? If they came from that place in her chest she's been told is her kind heart. Does it make all those afternoons she wasted looking after the neighborhood kids suddenly worthless if it was only because she'd hoped that might persuade the baker to take pity on a poor, virtuous soul?

Don't get her wrong, she loves her home. Just not quite as much as she loves herself.

Of course, when they called her name she'd expected the way the crowd rippled around her. She even reveled in it. Unease was palpable as all eyes turned to her, that attention she so craved suddenly feeling unbearably heavy. She was a household name, one everyone recognized. When they held their breath, she did too.

Some smiled at her as she walked toward the stage, too numb to cry although she wondered if they expected it.

Instead, she laughed. Under her breath and at a joke only she'd understand.

She wonders how they'll pay her back for this.

"was i supposed to let you win?"

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