Preface
I don't want to look at anything else, I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to think about anything else, other than my nature. I sit on my log by the stream. It's my place. On days full of stress, days of hunger, days of sickness, and especially a day like this, I come here and pretend I were just part of the nature. I don't know if I will have food to eat today, I don't know if my older brother will get chosen to die today, but if I sit here and look at the little ripples in the water when the minnows peck on the pollen that falls from the bushes, it might almost seem like I'm in another world for just a minute. The shade from the the trees moves around as the wind blows on the surface of the stream and when the leaves fall at the same time it looks like dancing people. I just wish I could be that happy. I am thirteen years old and I live in a place called Sector 12. There are only twelve sectors in all, but we happen to be the worst off. Not