"Prim! Don't pack your books! You don't need to! You won't have the time to read them!" Dad sighed as I was standing in front of my bookshelf, pondering over which one to choose. Finnick, my dad and I were sitting in my room, ready to pack my bag. We would be leaving to 4, to attend one of our family friends' wedding. Triton Maximus Odair, son of the very famous Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta Odair. "Are you sure, dad?" I asked, reluctantly.
"Positive!" He said, almost zipping the bag.
"Wait!" I shouted. I quickly walked towards the bed they were sitting on and lunged towards the other side of the room. You could as well say that my bed divided my room into 2 halves. The first half had my books and the second hand, my school stuff. I gotI
a smooth landing on the ground, bit, my pinky toe hit the edge of the bed. I scowled a little bit, but, didn't shout out in pain. I turned back and smiled at my dad, who was looking at me, concerned. I didn't want to make a fool of myself on front of Finnick.
"What about homework?" I asked, catching my history text book, trying to forget about the pain surging through my body.
'Aah!' My insides screamed. 'I am dying!'
I shouted at myself, internally, to stop complaining.
"We have a lot of essays to write" I took some more writing pads and two pens and threw them in the bag, along with my text book, still scolding myself.
"None of us will be held responsible if something happens to your textbook" dad said, looking at me.
'As if I don't have another copy!' I laughed to myself, but,maintained a straight face in front of my dad. I climbed onto the bed, sitting at the edge.
"Okay!" He said, closing the zip. I jumped, to sit beside him and threw myself on his lap. I lifted my head slightly, only to see him smiling at me, stroking my hair. Though I was 16, I still acted like a toddler, at home. At least that's what Amanda Stottler, my friend said. My heart sank whenever I thought of her. She was kidnapped, by god knows who, a year ago.
"What's wrong, Prim?" Dad asked "Nothing." I said. Dad stared at me as if I answered 2+2 is 22. "I mean, Amanda." I confessed, tears welling up inside my eyes. Yeah! There is too much of lyzosome inside my eyes...
"Oh Prim!" Finnick said, jumping onto me. Both of us fell hard on the bed, and, he climbed onto me. He tried to tickle me, and, in defense, I pushed him. He directly fell on dad.
Finnick looked as if he was about to break down,
but, dad interrupted.
"Fin and I are hungry. Meet us as soon as you are done with your work" he said, offering the 10 year old his hand. He took dad's offer and got off the bed. "And, I think you should stop wrestling" he added, causing me to blush.
"Okay dad!"
He smiled at me again and walked towards the door. As they exited, they closed the door.
I could hear Fin complaining, but, dad silenced him, luckily.
"Ah!" I sighed, running back to my bookshelf. "Only 300 pages left. " I said, taking the book into my hands and feeling its pages.
"Aren't you too early for dinner?!" Mom shouted, as I sat on the dining table. She looked at me and frowned.
"Get up! You don't sit on the table!"
I laughed and sat on the chair, dragging it towards the table. Mom glared at me again and pushed a vessel towards me. Mom wasn't always in a bad mood, but, when she was, she was in a baaaad mood. I glanced at the vessel, not knowing what its contents were and grabbed it, greedily. The very instant I understood why people say greediness is bad. Not the same phrase, but, the basic point...
"Ouch!" I shouted, as soon as I touched it. "Its hot!"
"Did you ever find a cold soup?" She snapped, adding a pinch of salt to it. I shook my head and tasted a spoonful. My fingers which contacted the vessel turned blood red. Of course, because there was blood inside me. Me and my lame puns...
"Yummy!" I said, to appease mom.
"That won't help!" She said, sitting beside me. I smiled and soon finished it off. I think if I ever went to a "Who-eats-the-most" content, I could as well bring fame and glory to my family.
"You seem to be hungry. Why were you late,then?" She asked, as I helped myself with some scrambled eggs. For the third time.
"Well... I wanted to know how Percy and Annabeth survive.'
" Per- who? "
"In simple words, I was reading!"
She shrugged and continued to stare at me, as I hogged. I think I excel at eating, other than not excelling at anything else.
"Mom! Can I carry my toys with me?!" Finnick asked, hopping towards us. Mom sighed, as he approached us.
"We are going to a marriage. " she said, for the hundredth time that day. "Not to some playground."
"Is Haymitch coming along with us?!" I asked her. Haymitch Abernathy was my parents' only friend. He was quite old, and yet, never stopped drinking. I found him creepy when I was young,but, he is actually a dearie. He looked like he was in his fifties,but, he is much older. It is supposed to be the other way round, but, since he used to work in a medicine factory, he bribed his fellow colleagues into supplying him with some medicines for eternal youth or something. What I learnt in school was, when my parents were of my age, he was 40.
"Yeah!" She said, serving some bacon. I quickly stuffed it in my mouth as I was real hungry.
"I think you will enjoy it!" Mom said, as I took the plate and walked towards the kitchen. "You'll meet new friends!"
I snorted. Who would want to befriend me?!
I threw the plate into the dishwasher and washed my hands. In the mirror, I saw myself- my hair and my facial features, unkempt. I wondered how different I would be if I had applied some cream and combed my hair.
Maybe I am beautiful...
Maybe there is some prince charming out there for me...
I tried to push those thoughts away. I never thought I would stoop down to such a level where I thought a man would be waiting for me, to treat me like a princess.
I am a warrior. Not a mere princess, dependent on others to protect myself.
"Prim! Dad asked me to tell you to buy yourself some cream before he left to the bakery!" Mom shouted from the drawing room. I wiped my face with a towel, laughing to myself, at his request.