You couldn’t help yourself, you ignored all the warnings you were given, you ignored the weird stares you got. You had to meet her before anyone else. The moment she stepped off the train, you were already approaching her with a white rose in hand.

Lucy Gray was confused upon your arrival, but nonetheless, she took the rose, and.. ate a petal..? Whatever, you weren’t gonna question it. Maybe that was normal for the districts.

“You look like you shouldn’t be here,” Her thick southern accent seeped through as she spoke, she tilted her chin slightly up, almost as if she was trying to appear taller. Though she was still looking up to you, her eyes gazing up through her eye lashes. You couldn’t read her, she was too good at keeping her vulnerability out of her expression.

“I shouldn’t.” You begin, hesitating in the slightest before continuing, “But I’m your mentor” You regretted it almost the moment you said it, should you have told her? Maybe you shouldn’t have.. Or maybe it was for the better, my gosh what were you even doing right now?

She raised her eyebrows,letting out a small “mm” sound. Her lips in a small knowing smile, tilting her head as she chuckled almost silently, “A Rebel.” She muttered directly after. She seemed to pause for a moment, studying your reaction, though before you could respond to her small mutter, she cut you off.

“And what exactly does my mentor offer me, hm?” She questions you, as if it’s a test. Her eyes wander your form, as if judging you in a way.