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Chapter 1
"Lena!" I was hanging out with my friends Honey and Amaryllis when I heard my father call for me. That was unusual. As a Peacekeeper, my father was always training and guarding the district's boundaries, or whatever peacekeeping duties he had for a certain day. I would only see him in the early mornings and late at night, occasionally eating lunch with him. Seeing him right after school was new. Still, I couldn't possibly ignore his calls. He was my dad after all.
Muttering an apology to my friends, I ran to my dad. He was still in his white uniform. I wondered what got him out of work so early. Looking up at him, I saw that he had his Peacekeeping face still on him. It was that look that told me and my older sister Sara when to follow his orders immediately. That look was when he was ordered to do something and he was determined to do it. It was a very, very serious look. I hated it.
"Go into the house and get your mother and sister." He ordered."Pack all your belongings. We're moving." I stared up in shock. The twelve years I've been living, I never considered the possibility of moving. District Two was the only home I ever had, and I always assumed that it would stay that way.
"Why?" I asked. This was my first time questioning him when he had his serious face on, but I still couldn't believe. District Two was one of the Capitol's most favored districts, and we were leaving?
"We have been ordered to move to District Twelve. Their supply of Peacekeepers are low so I will take the place as the Head Peacekeeper there. Two others that have trained with me are going. Now hurry and move your feet. Get packing!" District Twelve? That district was one of the poorest in Panem. That made me even more reluctant to move.
Seeing my hesitation, my dad slapped me on both cheeks, hard.
"GO" he ordered. I ran, my face red and covered by tears. When I reached our big two story house, I flung open the door, and kept running. It was my mother that stopped me from dashing through the kitchen. Seeing me face, she looked at me in dismay.
"What's wrong, Lena? What happened? Are you hurt?" She kept fretting while I struggled to get the words out.
"We're moving to District Twelve." I sobbed. "Right now." My mother looked sad, but not that surprised. She sighed.
"I knew the day would come when your father would be ordered to move to another district. Don't worry Lena, its part of his job. He has to follow his orders. Come on, let's pack our bags." I followed my mother upstairs. I couldn't believe she took the news so easily. Didn't she love our home? Did she not care about her friends here? My friends? I started to tear up again as I thought about Honey and Amaryllis. They won't be in District Twelve with me. Who would I be with now?
We came into my room. My mother started opening my drawers and closet, carefully folding each garment of clothing and then stacking it in my orange suitcase. I just sat on my bed, tracing the soft silk on my bed. I looked around, drinking in every little detail, every little thing, so I can remember. I would never forget.
Sara came in, asking what was going on. After a few short words from my mother, she too left and started packing. After a long hour later, my mother, Sara, and I were finished with all our clothes, including our father's. Then we began packing our belongings like photos, blankets, bags, purses, and such. Some things we had to leave behind, like our beds and couches. There would be new ones in our house in District Twelve.
My father came in later and carried our suitcases onto the train. Just before we left, I saw Honey, Amaryllis, and Lucy running towards us. Honey and Amaryllis were both crying, saying goodbye. Lucy and Sara were having last minute words, what they were about I didn't know. Sixteen year olds were always talking about stuff I didn't know about, so I didn't bother to try and listen.
A few minutes later, Sara and my mother boarded the train. I turned to leave too.
"Wait!" Honey's cry made me spin back around. She put something in my hand. "So you can remember us." She whispered. She ran off, without saying another word, and I finally stepped on the train. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I opened my hand and looked. Honey gave me a bracelet. It was silver, with three ruby cherries in the middle. Three cherries-Me, Honey, and Amaryllis. Connected by a tree. We will always be connected, no matter where we were.