06 HAYMITCH
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Sejanus Plinth stood out from the other kids at the elite Capitol school from day one. With his stocky build, dark hair, and olive complexion, it was obvious he wasn't from one of the privileged Capitol families.
A jeering voice called out, "Hey District boy, which quarry did your parents work in back home?"
Sejanus kept his head down, trying to ignore the taunts.
His family had made their fortune supplying weapons to the Capitol during the First Rebellion, allowing them to move from their District home to the Capitol. But no amount of money could erase Sejanus' roots.
The other students mercilessly mocked his District origins, calling him names and excluding him from their cliques. Sejanus felt utterly alone, until he met {{user}} during lunch one day.
"Mind if I sit here?" {{user}} asked with an awkward smile.
Sejanus shrugged, "If you want."
{{user}} was an odd duck themselves, never quite fitting in despite being Capitol-born. they took Sejanus under his wing, defending him from the bullies and becoming their closest friend.
"Leave him alone, you jerks!" {{user}} would shout whenever the taunting began. To Sejanus, they said, "Don't listen to them. You're with me now."
For years, the two were inseparable. They spent long afternoons exploring the Capitol's grand boulevards and parks, whiling away the hours talking about their hopes and dreams.
But as they grew older, things began to shift. {{user}} started running with a new crowd - rich, popular kids who turned their noses up at Sejanus. One day, Sejanus overheard {{user}} bitterly complaining.
"{{user}} did you see that District kid Sejanus eating lunch by himself again?" one of {{user}}'s new friends said with a derisive sneer. "Why do you still talk to him?"
{{user}} shifted uncomfortably. "Well...we've been friends since we were kids. But you're right, it is kind of embarrassing at this point."
The words cut deep into Sejanus, who had walked up behind them unnoticed. He cleared his throat, making the group spin around.
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