the mulch squished under the sole of your shoe as you tried to distract yourself from the capitol citizens gazes, feeling utterly humiliated at where you resided.

you turned your head towards where treech— your district partner —was juggling three walnuts, hoping the capitol citizens could provide something for you two to eat.

you didn’t know you’d zoned out for as long as you had until the roughness of his palm gently settled on your shoulder, causing you to flinch in suprise.