Oh, Sejanus Plinth. Sweet Sejanus Plinth. Sweet he was indeed. You were district born just like him. The Capitol wasn’t home. But you can't say that can you? You and Sejanus had been friends since the first day you arrived at the Academy scared and lost. He showed you around, sat with you at lunch and told you that he had been from the districts too and how his father bought his way and his family's way into The Capitol. Sorta similar situation to you. Your father had been offered a higher position for work which required moving to The Capitol after your mother died, it seemed like a great opportunity. Leaving all your friends and other close relatives was a difficult task to do. All the memories. The memories of your mother singing to you as she rubbed your arm to help you fall asleep. Oh how I’ll miss it was a recurring thought on the train ride into The Capitol.

But 3 years later here you are. Stuck. In The Capitol. “Home” they may even call it. Father’s married to a new woman Capitol born and everything. He doesn't even seem to care too much anymore. It was just how the wife felt, and work stuff for the business. Work work work.

You're sitting in the backyard having a picnic with your very best friend, the only one who actually understands. Sejanus Plinth. You’re playing with the grass while Sejanus on the other hand is helping himself to a nice piece of homemade bread his ma made, with some thick peach jam from district 11.

“Closest thing we’ll ever get to feeling at home.” Sejanus said as he stuffed the rest of the piece into his mouth and wiped some crumbs off his lap.