Hiya! Thanks for clicking on this story! It's re-written and better than ever! Stick around, I promise my writing improves as I go along.
This chapter goes out to wouldratherbeaunicorn, I don't own the Hunger Games and Rueby is six and a half in this. Enjoy!
Rueby smiled softly to herself as she ran at full speed away from the house. It was nap time. It was nap time and for the first time in her life her mother let her stay up. She got to stay up! And while her brother, Nicky, had to sleep. And she had one person to thank for it, her Uncle Haymitch. She'd have to make him a card…
She slowed to a stop as she came across some wild roses growing in the woods. This was way better than a card! No, but flowers were for girls. You couldn't give flowers to a boy! But they were so pretty… She could pick them and put them in her kitchen, or give them to mommy. She grinned and tried to pluck the flower from the bush and cried out when she pricked her finger on the thorn.
"Stupid flower!" She exclaimed! "You're supposed to be pretty, not prickly!" She made an angry face and sighed, carefully breaking the white rose off of its stem. She gathered enough for a bouquet.
Carefully, she wrapped the bouquet with her left sock so she didn't have to touch them, and made her way back to the house. Daddy was working at his bakery, so he wouldn't be a problem when she tried to get a vase from on top of the fridge. Mommy and Uncle Haymitch were talking, so they wouldn't take note of her if she was super duper extra quiet.
Wary of every creaky floorboard, she crept her way across the kitchen and pulled herself onto the counter so she was standing. She clutched the handle to the cabinet and scooted slowly towards the fridge to retrieve the case form on top of it. She reached out her arm for the vase, and for one fleeting moment, she lost her footing and thought she would fall. This is it. This is how it ends. She thought, grabbing onto the cabinet handle.
"What was that?" Katniss called. "Nothing!" Rueby shouted, grabbing the vase and dropping back onto the ground. She filled it with water and dropped the roses into it hastily, glancing at the door to make sure that mommy wasn't coming it. Grinning, Rueby ran into the living room, holding the vase behind her back.
"Mommy!" She squealed. "I have a surprise for you!" Katniss set her glass of tea down and crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows at her daughter. "Is it a good surprise or a surprise where I have to clean something up?" She asked with a sigh. Rueby giggled, "Noooooo," She held out the vase out to her. "I picked you flowers!"
All good humor in the room dropped and a shiver ran down Katniss' spine at the sight of the all too familiar roses. She bit her lip and took a shaky breath. "Wellll?" Rueby prompted. "Do ya like them?" She asked, completely oblivious to the tension. Katniss knelt down next to her daughter, and, kissing her daughter's forehead, whispered, "I love it."
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