The Choice
The day was quit and dull as I made my way to that place called school. School for me was just like home, someone always acting like a witch. The only thing I enjoy about coming to school is her. Her dark brown hair, always put into a pleasant braid, her special mocking jay pin she got from the hob, and the most beautiful singing voice I have ever heard. Katniss. Just one look at her and my day goes from horrible to joyful. Too bad she doesn't even know who I am. All she does is hunt and hang with that Gale kid who is two years older than us. Every girl at our school has a crush on him, but he rejects them all when they ask him out; he's probably waiting for Katniss. The only class I have with her is History, but she still doesn't notice me.
Every day afterschool, I stare out the bakery window, waiting for the moment she will walk in and start a conversation with me. But instead, she goes back to her small home in the seam with Prim. Prim knows who I am, I sat walked her home one day when she couldn't find Katniss afterschool. That was the first day I think Katniss Everdeen every spoke to me directly. All she said was a simple "thank you" and that was enough for me to get nervous and freeze. She's never talked to me since that day. I don't know if she just doesn't like me because I'm not from the seam, or if she's too nervous to talk to me too. Yeah I don't think that's the case.
The next day at school, I attempted to approach her but right as I was about to take my first step towards her, Gale acting all cool, runs up to her and says the usually, "Hey Catnip, you still on for hunting tonight? I know it's not a Sunday but I've just been really bored lately." But for my surprise she says no. Why would she say no? She always goes hunting with Gale? There could be a thunderstorm, or her mom was sick, or she broke her arm and she would never, never not go hunting with Gale. I wonder what she was doing that was so special that she had to miss hunting was the "gorgeous" Gale Hawthorne?
I take my usual route home from school but today the trip seems to take shorter. It might be because I have to work and if I don't, my mom will yell at me like always. I could always have my older brother Ryan take my shift but he's always out with his friends and a bunch of random girls. As I am putting my final batch of oatmeal cookies into our broken old microwave I hear our bell ring. I hear a familiar voice whispering to someone. I knew that voice from miles . Her voice was always so happy and perky and made me smile every time I saw her. I hurry to the front to see Prim standing beside Katniss looking at the cakes in our front window. Now I know why she skipped hunting…
"M-may I help you" I say in a hushed tone. I didn't want to feel like a total idiot the first time talking to the girl on my dreams.
"Oh no! We just came to look at all your beautiful bakery items. These are my favorite." she announces making her way over to the cookies cut to the shape of Primroses. "See cause my name is Primrose." she continues.
"Ah yes, those are my favorites too." I say before glaring over at Katniss who seems to be taken by one of MY cakes in the front window. This was my chance to say something to her. This was perfect, I wouldn't sound cheesy talking about history class or living in the Seam. Just what to say, what to say. " I see that you are quite fond of that cake, aren't you Katniss." She spins around and her dark brown eyes meet mine for the first time in a while.
"Yeah, um the design is different. I like it." She quickly says before bringing her head back down at the cake. It only was about 30 seconds after that, that she took Prim's hand and told her it was time for them to leave. Before they walked out the door, Prim came back in the store to say good-bye.
"Thanks for helping me that one day. I never officially thanked you for that. Oh and save a Primrose cookie for me!" she said as she waved and skipped back outside to rejoin hands with Katniss. That went way better than I thought it would. Katniss actually spoke to me; it was just how I remembered it; except this time I wasn't as nervous. Before I could think of any other beautiful thoughts of Katniss, I smelt something burning from the back. My cookies! I sprint to the back as fast as possible, and open the oven to see a batch of a dozen burnt oatmeal cookies. I quickly take them out of the oven without even getting my gloves on. I take a nearby rag and swing it back and forth around the area so the smell of burning wouldn't make its way upstairs to my mom's room. As I am swinging the rag, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, I peak my head around the corning to see my mom drooping down the stairs. Suddenly, she kicks it into high gear and storms in the kitchen yelling my name. And not, in a good way.