This is my first fanfiction! It's basically about some of Wiress's thoughts, the day before the Quarter Quell. This first chapter is about her actual thoughts. The next one is about when she asks Beetee. What is sunshine? That's what she wants to know, and not just regular old facts. I know this chapter is somewhat short, but it won't really fit if I combine it with the other chapter. It's in a world of its own :)
The Hunger Games Trilogy belongs to Suzanne Collins and Scholastic, neither of which I am affiliated with.
Tomorrow is the...er...
I am lonely in my cold grey house. I walk down to Beetee's home in the District 3 Victors' Village, taking in the brisk air. The sky seems lonely, too. There is no light. It's all obscured by that blasted smog. I hate it. I want to see what real sunshine looks like.
What is…
Is it white? Cold, hard, oppressing? The lights in all the factories are like a…fake sun. Why not real? Is it white? Like snow? Not the president; the almost solid water. From fire, snow is extinguished. Water overpowers sparks, if they aren't electric. That's the job of baking soda (which is also white). Is it…weak? Like snow? Does it melt? What is it?
Copper…is that what it is? Like my little district token, that copper gear. Something most people can afford, but still has its rare, shy beauty. Is that it? Gleaming from a certain angle, dull in a different one. I'm like that, somehow…copper and I are somehow similar…I'm not noticed much. But I can be. Does it tie back to the plot? Copper, like my chariot costu—I'll try not to—
Is it blue? A pale, sweet blue, like the tint of the mechanical giraffe I had as a child? Innocent? Like the wry-smiled moon, the one I saw in the illustrations?
Surely it isn't grey, angry grey. That's the smoke and smog that weighs down on our heads…little clouds, little dark, painful, angry clouds… Is it better than this? More…satisfying?
What is sunshine?
I must remember.