A/N: Hey guys, I wrote this for a friend who had the same question Rue did, and wanted to hear a story about it. She found it absolutely hilarious, and I thought maybe you would, too. If you have any constructive criticism, please share it with me, but try not to be too harsh :). I didn't have any good ideas for a title, so if you come up with a better one, please let me know! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games, all rights go to Suzanne Collins
Seeder's POV
Sighing, I trudge back into the living room where Esmerelda is sitting on the plush blue couch, gossiping to Thresh's stylist about some girl named Gretchen. I can't help but roll my eyes. A twelve-year-old sleeping in the room next door is being sent to die in a few days, as is a strong boy who has a grieving girlfriend back at home. I just came back from cleaning up Chaff who is slowly drinking himself to his death, and all Esmeralda and Fushia can do is talk about was some random Capital freak's love life. "Do they not care about the kids?", I can't help but ask myself. As soon as I think the question, I realize the answer: they care about them, but not in a loving way, not at all. Not in the way I can't help but get attached to sweet, little, innocent Rue. They care about Rue and Thresh for their entertainment. Esmerelda and Fushia want to see Thresh and Rue die slow, painful, dramatic deaths. It almost makes me throw up as much as Chaff just did, but I control myself just as I have done so many times in the past.
A door slowly creaks open, and Rue comes out in her pastel blue nightclothes, looking bleary-eyed and worried. Yes, she looks very worried. "What's wrong?" I whisper quietly, glancing over at my co-workers, but they are too involved in themselves (and their gossip) to pay attention to their tribute. Rue looks up at my with those big brown eyes and very quietly, so she's not overheard, asks "What do I do if I get my period in the arena?"
I almost burst out in laughter, but don't. Out off all the things Rue could be worried about, she chooses this?
"You don't." I reply.
Rue's brow crinkles in confusion. "But since the winter it's been coming every 26 days! How does it just not come?"
"It only comes when you're healthy enough to have a baby. In the arena you will probably not be healthy enough. And on the off-chance you're doing so well in the hunger games and it does come, the sponsors will be already in love with you and we'll have enough money to send you the necessary supplies.", I tell her.
"Thanks." She smiles the genuine smile only Rue can smile, and I can't help but pray that she comes back alive and I can see that smile whenever I want, but I know it's not going to happen. After tucking her back into bed and saying goodnight I go back to where I started: sighing.