Prelude-The Apple
Working in the fields is hard work on a regular day, but today, with a warm sun and a hot dry wind, it is torturous.
I hear the four notes that end the work day. I look up at the trees as I walk back to my house. A girl of about ten drops out of one of the apple trees, a crisp apple in her hand. I cannot believe my eyes when she takes a bite out of the apple. She sees me, and nearly drops the apple. I know that I should turn her in to the, but
"I could take you to the Peacekeepers for that,"I say, nodding to the apple in her hand.
Something about her intrigues me. Maybe it's the nerve that she must have to steal from the Capitol, or perhaps it is the intelligence in her eyes. She holds the apple out to me and I take a grateful bite. I am handing the apple back to her when I hear footsteps behind me.
"Run!" I hiss to the girl.
She does not question this, just takes off down the path, and I am glad. When she runs her arms spread slightly out and back, reminding me of the mockingjays that signal the end of work hours.
The Peacekeepers round the corner and see me greedily eating the apple. I am to be whipped, one hundred lashes. But I did it for Rue. The girl who sings with the mockingjays, the girl who always has a smile for everyone, a kind word after along day. Rue, the girl with the apple.
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