Cool air blew as the blue-eyed teenager sat under a tree, staring at something in the distance. He giggled a bit for no reason whatsoever. The boy knew he was supposed to be home at this time, if he was out for any longer, the Peacekeepers would find him. But fuck them, Aiden would say. Fuck them all. They were just puppets controlled by the Capitol. The Capitol used those Peacekeepers to spy on the Districts, to make sure they weren't doing anything "wrong." This was like a prison.
Aiden's life, in his words, was a fucking mess. His father had left him at a young age, his little sister was possibly going to be reaped for the games, his mother depressed, all the pretty girls going after him, and his grades had gone down because of his insanity. The District 7 resident had no time to do his homework, study, or any of that stuff. He couldn't focus for that long. In a few minutes, Aiden would be off looking at something else.
His mother and sister were asleep. He had ventured deep into the District 7 forest, and planned to stay there for the night. There was no reason why he should come out, anyway.