The Good, The Bad and The Wanted...

Hit The Road Jack, Well Rikki.

Rikki's P.O.V: 

I bring three books with me in my art bag. The Hunger Games, Catching Fire and Mockingjay. I sit down, on the sofa this time, pull The hunger games out of my bag, and start reading. Within an hour im  atleast 150 pages through the book.  Its such a good book. Everyone is doing there own thing, Tom and Demi are messing around, somewhere. I can hear Demi laughing, i think at everything Tom says. I think Jay and Siva are talking, about, about. Uh i dont know. I think Ness is listening to music, on facebook. Max is watching her, i can aline his eyes with her. 

In many ways i'm like Katniss Everdeen, quite skinny (although i think im fat), i can run, im handy with a bow and arrow, i went hunting a few times, with my grandad ( when he was younger of course). I shot a squirrell through its eye, i'm not that good anyway. But most of all, i analyze each and every scenario i come across. Like right now i can see Nathan is staring at me, although he doesn't know it, I have eyes like a hawk and emotions that are tamed. I have been taught to keep myself, to myself really the only people i tell, are Demi and surprisingly Mrs.C she is so nice i could talk and talk to her.

I feel uneasy by the tense stare of Nathan, so i reach in my bag and grab my beatz, and my phone. I put Starships by Nicki Minaj on. Everyone expects my phone just to have rock/punkpop music on. But it does have pop music on. I hate when people judge me by what i wear. I bring my knees up to my chest as im the only one on this sofa, at the moment. Nathan, is brewing some tea, his sleeve is pushed up so i can see, his lower arm. He is wearing a surfer braclet, a skull braclet and a help for hereo's braclet, i have the exact same braclets, not with me though. I am now listening to Love Story - Taylor Swift. After pouring himself a cuppa, he came and sat next to me. I shuffled over a bit, i decided to take one headphone out.  ' What a listening to?' asked Nathan, in the voice of Isabelle in Phineas and Ferb. ' Paramore,' i said bluntly. I didnt really need him bothering me, i have been reading for 5 hours and i have another 100 pages to read, then i will have finished The Hunger games. He nodded. 

' Is that book good?' I nodded, then went back to reading, it was akward, just sitting there, reading whilst he watched me. I could tell, he kept looking each way, i used to do that. When i was bored and near a boy i used to just look behind me, to see if they were doing anything interesting. I read to the end, with beady eyes on me. It was really akward, so i got out my sketch book and started to draw. I drew a apple tree and a little girl. Once i finished it looked rubbish so i rubbed it out andpu ti away. We sat there in silence, until my mouth blurted something out. ' Where we going' i snapped, because i had never seen this place before. ' Bolton' replied Tom. ' My home town' so thats where his accents from.

I sat there with my head in my knee's till around 11 when everyone went to sleep. We got those awesome beds that are literally holes in the wall, when everyone was sleeping i went to the table an started drawing...