Incomparable // Celeste // District One

[--riah]

Celeste sat there on the grass, thinking. It wasn't something she often did, but obviously today was an exception. It was late evening, but the sun was still out, creating the ninetly degree weather. Not that it bothered her, considering that she was wearing a blank tank top and ripped jeans. She knew that many in district one would disapprove of her clothing apparel, but she made no mind in it. Other people's opinions of her didn't affect her whatsoever, she was usually too busy with her training to give a crap.

The young girl sighed, and leaned back, falling on her back. Now she was laying, trying her hardest to stare at the sun, but with no success. The risk that she could blind herself was radiating inside of her. Although, something about the pain intrigued the young girl. Finally, she pulled her eyes away from the bright sun and looked to her left seeing a tree. Deciding to study that, she sat up into a position where her legs were crossed.

Training didn't start for another hour and this was time killing. Usually thinking and fighting were her daily schedule. School fell into there too, but for right now Celeste could care less. She thought about her fighting technique, and immediately felt the need to correct it. It seemed flawed all a sudden, and she couldn't let that happen.

The girl got up, relieved that she kept daggers on her constantly. Staring at the tree made her wonder if her aim was still dead on, so eyed a discoloration in it, and aimed. Letting the dagger go was the easy part, but aiming took a lot of practice, well obviously. So, with nothing to lose, she let it go, putting as much force into it as she could. Celeste watched it hit her target head on, which won a smile on her constantly serious looking face.

Paranoia that swept through. Like, whether her shot actually hit what she was aiming. Celeste jogged toward the tree and inspected her target. It did indeed hit the discoloration, but that only made her decide her target was too large. In the Hunger Games, if she ever participated, hitting her targets wouldn't be that easy. Even if that was humans sure was aiming to kill, and not just hit. An crazy looking grin crept upon her face at that moment. Violence. One word, but the meaning was much deeper than that for the girl. It, like pain, intrigued her and kept her interest. Unlike school and socializing. Especially not socializing.

Celeste scowled at the thought, and plunged her second dagger into the tree out of frustration. Lately, her mother had been insisting that she should be more sociable.
"But honey! If you ever volunteer to take part in the Hunger Games you'll need to be interviewed! And the more socialable and likeable you are, the more sponsers you'll most likely get! So you might as well start practicing now, so you're not lying your way to get sponsers."
Her fake sweet tone made Celeste grimace. While her mother had a point, she refused to be sociable. She had friends.. Well, probably two, but that was enough. She didn't need to be outgoing and friendly to everyone she met twenty four seven. Besides, more than half the tributes would have lied anyway, and have before. She could tell most do, she wasn't stupid. Still, her mother's words were stuck in her brain. Her mother had a point, which was the most irritating to Celeste.

Feeling utterly defeated, Celeste slumped against the tree in a sitting position, and closed her eyes. Only about twenty minutes had passed, so she closed her eyes... Hoping a nap would make the time go by even faster.