Rory

Miss King brings her ruler down on the desk, and I snap out of my day dreams. I try and answer the question on the board about mass production of coal, but I'm obviously wrong when the class bursts into laughter. I try and act calm, but every inch of my body is shacking with embarrassment. The teacher hushes the class, and continues on with how trains ship the coal all over Panem… and… and… Snap! The ruler comes back down inches from my face.

"Rory Hawthorn," she says in an angry sigh. "Pay attention!"

"Why don't you teach me?" I yell back. Why is the world turning on me? Why don't they understand? I grab my books, and rush out of the classroom. I make it out to the hall and come around the corner before I sink to the ground. I slam my head against the wall, and hope that any memory of her is gone.

I feel a hand on my arm, and I'm ready to spit at the teacher, or whoever it is. I wouldn't care if it was even Thread. It would be worth the whipping for the hell I'm in. But it isn't any of them, it's Prim.

"Are you okay, Rory?" she asks, but maybe she is just a good person that she makes sure that everyone in District Twelve is fine. But, even for that one second, I feel like I mean something to her.

I nod shyly, and she stands up and walks back around the corner. I get on my hands and knees to watch her go, only to be struck down with disappointment. She reaches for another boy's hand, and he intertwines their fingers before kissing her hair and taking her books.

I slump back down, and take in my disappointment.

That should be me, holding your hand, my mind tells me. But I have no drive to go after her. I have no motivation. She's with him, who cares. I'm just her little Seam friend who will never be more than that. How am I supposed to let her know with him around?

I love you Primrose Everdeen, and always have? No, too cliché.

I decide to go home instead of facing my class again. Mom is home, cooking while Posy is sick on the couch again. The measles, I think. Mom turns from the sink, but only for a moment with a look of disappointment. I drop my backpack, which makes Posy jump. She cries, in long wails, and mom rushes to her. Now, she looks at me tired, and angry. I've never seen her like this. I never thought I could make her see me like I'm some sort of monster.

I run out of the house even faster than when I left school. The woods are my safe haven. I never came under the fence without Gale before, but he wouldn't understand how I feel. At least the girl he's in love with isn't sure about the other choice either. With Prim, she loves the town boy and I'm just the stupid Seam boy. I couldn't even get the question right about coal production! Hell, I'm going to be working with it in less than five years! Why the hell can't I do anything right? I kick a rock, and scream in pain before falling to the wet ground in a huff. Mockingjays, and robins spring from their post in the trees with my sudden outcry.

I sit in my spot for hours. Gale should be getting home, and Vick is probably wondering why I'm not home to play with him like I promised. When I want to hope that Gale won't come out to find me, I hear a rustling to my right. I take off into the woods, even though Gale wouldn't make a sound if he was following me, though, after work, he was too tired to even help mom make dinner like he did before.

The night was creeping closer and closer, but the full moon illuminated the path. I run when I hear something, and run even faster when I hear nothing. I don't want to see anyone right now. Not even the girl that means the most to me. I reach a clearing with a mossy floor and fall down exhausted. I have no idea where I am, and no idea how to get home. I slap my forehead in frustration. How could I be so stupid? What idiot would disappear into the woods with no plan of action? Stupid!

I deicide to make a fire, but it's weak. The wood is damp from the change from summer, to autumn, and I only have two matches in my jeans pocket which I took from Gale's game bag on a lazy Saturday morning. These things were rare, but I didn't know how else to survive the night. Gale refused to teach me, and Katniss only made promises that never followed through.

I lie down on the ground, and watch the stars glitter past. With no food, and the small warmth of the fire, my eyelids close. But, unlike most nights at home on my cot in the living room, I only have one thing on my mind.

I hope the bears get me.

A/N: At first this was going to be a one-shot, but I decided to make it into three parts. Hope you like it, and review please.

(Dont own the Hunger Games btw)

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