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The hill I will fight to survive on is that Blaise is the dumbest person I will ever meet. And that’s saying something because I’ve met the hunger games version of Elon musk and leT ME TELL YOU he is no better here. Anyway, I digress. Blaise is an idiot and no amount of luck in the world could fix that.
On the bright side, I’m not counted in the whole “dumbest person I’ve ever met” because I’ve never met myself. I don’t know if that makes sense but the point I’m trying to make is that I’m more dumb than him. By a long shot. That’s why I ran in front of a whip being snapped down by a peacekeeper (awfully ironic name) with a disgusting smile on his face.
Ow.
Life lesson: those hurt like a bitch.
“Move little girl” the peacekeeper sneered.
I know I still have a baby face but really? That alone made me want to use that whip on him and not in a freaky ahh way. In the freaky I’m-sending -you-to an institution way.
“No, thanks for the offer though!” I replied as I tried to figure out which knot would hurt the most. Maybe a rolling hitch? That one has a few pinching possibi-
“I said move. Or you’re just going to make this worse.”
You know they really were not lying about men talking too much. I was about to reply with something totally cool but I was interrupted by the truly pathetic and depressing groans of Blaise
“Doll baby just listen to him”
I swear i almost fell to my knees. This man hurts my heart more than a lack of oxygen ever could.
“Listen to the man”
Now before I go on, I need you to know that next action I committed is not meant to be recreated. With that being said, I very calmly took off my glasses, poked out the lenses, and took the broken glass and dragged it across the peacekeepers face very slowly. Again, this process was very calm. I was not angry in any way. My hands were shaking because I hadn’t have enough sugar. Not because the only color I was seeing was a very vibrant blood red. That had nothing to do with it.
“DAHLIA ROSEMARY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” uh oh. I felt a hand grab my own and I knew I was so incredibly screwed.
“Hi dad.” I said, hoping to be emulating a nonchalant, definitely wouldn’t have killed that guy if he didn’t roll up vibe. I don’t think I pulled it off, because his face turned into the same shade as president Snow’s bloody mouth.
“Go. Now.” My dad pointed back towards victor's village, where it appeared Blaise was being carried off to by Carine Everdeen, Katnisses mom. I reluctantly follow, but not before looking back at the peacekeeper I mauled. I smiled and winked at him. He pulled his hand away from his face to reveal the imprint of karma that will be forever embedded into his soul. The blood trickled down his chin, staining his turtleneck with a hollow red. A nice reminder to not play games with the girl who’s known for making her glasses into a weapon. I mean really, how do you forget a reputation like that? Especially when I’m staring you in the eyes with the same look that I gave the eight others before I took their lives.
Nine to me. Snow zero.