So I know this is super-short. Really super-short. It's just a little fanfic I wrote about Katniss's daughter learning about her parents role in the war.
I write too many short little tidbits of things.
I am the Mockingjay's daughter.
We learned about the role of my mother in the war at school today.
I don't know how to respond.
I sat in the back of the class, trying to avoid the sympathetic stares coming my way.
Why didn't they tell me? Prepare me to face this.
I sit outside the school building, dreading when Father will come to take me and my brother home.
Father comes into view and I hide my head.
He comes to sit next to me.
"You okay, little girl?" he asks, looking at me with the eyes that are so much like mine.
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He pauses.
"I don't know. Didn't want to scare you, I guess. But that war was necessary. You know about the Games right?"
I nodded.
"We all wanted a better world for our children. Could you imagine having to kill other people? Perhaps you're best friend? Annie's son, Finn? Even your brother? The Hunger Games we're terrible. War is terrible. But, without war and terrible things, how would we eventually get peace and wonderful things?"
I consider that. We sit in silence a while longer. What Dad said makes sense, but it still makes me cringe, knowing all they went through.
"You know, I bet Mom will sing you a song, if you ask."
"The Hanging Tree?"
He grins, "Maybe."
"Do you think the mockingjays will stop singing?"
"I'm sure they will."