☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Kennedy had seen gladers fight, before. Plenty of times, actually. Despite one of the golden rules being to never harm another glader, there were still petty fights. More than she could count.
Real petty.
One thing that she had learnt while being in the glader, was that teenagers boys liked to handle trivial concerns with their fists — in all honestly, when Kennedy was riled up, she would completely agree with that. So, what? She thought that fists spoke louder than words, when talking to idiots— shoot her!
Kennedy had even been involved in a few fights.
It wasn't often, but Kennedy could get riled up. Really riled up if they weren't careful, especially when arriving. She had been a flare.
Kennedy was kind, and sweet, and nurturing, but sometimes she just... exploded. She wasn't proud of it, though she wasn't exactly ashamed of it either. When Kennedy lashed out, it was because of her emotions. Truly, she had never been very good at stopping her emotions from abusing her temperament. Sometimes Kennedy felt much too hard. While Alby had a talent in detaching himself from his emotions, Kennedy had never been able to; feeling was what she was good at and occasionally it was her downfall. All strengths had weakness, right? There was no problem with feeling. Kennedy had much rather feel everything all at once, than feel nothing at all. An emotional intelligence was a gift, she thought. Perhaps it had made for a couple of bad situations and bloody noses, but it was nothing that would get her — or the other guy — banished. Alby was strict but he wasn't a monster.
