.::Tyson::.
Ty sits in his room looking out the window as the train drives. He watches as the land goes by so fast it seems almost impossible. He lets out a short sigh then smirks as he lays back on his bed, taking in its softness. He messes up his hair which his mother had done up all nice for the reaping, but he hated it. He undid his shirt slightly so it was half open then staired at the roof. He wondered how his mother and sisters were doing right now...and wondered how they would get by with him gone, no one else in his family new how to hunt or anything...he shook the thought from his head, he needed to focus on other things now. He climbed out of the soft bed and left his room. He began heading down the hall with his hands in his pockets, lost in thought.


























