"Dawn, catch this!" A dagger comes shooting at my face. A tinkling laugh follows as I duck, curly black hair getting all over my lips and eyes. I glare at Frost, who turns around giggling, silky blonde hair unmoving as she trots away.
I was so tempted to... "return" the dagger to her. I knew I coult hit her retreating back. I was good at throwing stuff- rocks, spears, even axes. You name it, you give it, and... Here ya go! One bloody nose, fresh and easy!
Junebug- yes, Junebug- comes and taps me on the back. I could sense her coming- me and my younger sister were very close that way. I turned and looked at my pale-skinned sister with a faint smile, waving slightly. I didn't talk much, at all. Especially now.
Two days before... the day. Reaping day.
How Frost managed to snag that weapon from training... I have no clue. But I have it now. What should I do? If I'm found with it, it would only resault in punishment. Deciding against sending it flying toward a window, I stick it carefully under a rock.
Time to go home for me. To my good ol' house in the middle of District One.
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I enter the house to chaos.
Immediently, Pridal (really, she prefers Pride) and Luster (and... she doesn't care if you call her that, or Lulu) run up to me, Pride wailing. "Chive totued wus!" She shook her head and sent a mass of short, curly dark brown hair bouncing. "With his tooth, Dawnie, his tooth!" Lulu adds. I roll my eyes and pat them on the head. "Its okay." I look up curiously, meeting the light green gaze of Chive.
Chive.
Smooth, jet-black hair, tan skin, light green eyes... he's so cute! No use denying it. I have a MAJOR crush on him. He gave a small half-smile, and then said... "Dawn Wielder. Found this tooth, think it fell off of Jingo." He tossed me a small yellowish white object, and I instinctively held out my fingerless-glove covered hands. Yup. Definitely our old- emphasis on old- dog's tooth.
I looked back up to Chive, into his green gaze, and nodded briskly. I walked over to the couch and looked behind it- thats where the kenjo usually was. (A kenjo is now a species of dog that is kinda like a golden retriever, exclusive for the Hunger Games!) I patted his light golden head, making sure his water bowl was full, then stood up. And stepped backwards. And turned around. And hit his pretty arm.
Oops!
Chive stepped back, touching his arm lightly. I could tell I clipped him with my fingernail. Sure enough, a trace of blood trickled lightly down his arm. Grinning slightly and forcedly, he said cheerfully, "How about the reaping two days from now?"
In response, I held out my mostly-gloves hands, letting him see the shaking that was taking place. He grimaced, and showed his own. They were shaking softly, as well.
"I should be going to sleep," he mumbled. I looked back at the little ones, and nodded. That was my response. I turned, rushing over and picking up 3-year-old Pride. She had began to cry, the poor thing.
I looked back.
He was gone.
I turned around and set Pridal on the couch, where she nestled up, her curly brown hair forming a little pillow itself. Luster climbed up after her, snuggling with her. Three and seven, curly brown-haired and sleek, black hair. I smiled. "G'night."
I turned around and made my way to the armchair, tucking my legs under me and going to bed.
Nightmares took place.