Welcome one and all,
I have a new Cinna ff, I hope you all enjoy
NOTE TO ANYONE RETURNING TO THIS STORY
you may notice that I have made a number of rather drastic changes. I hope this hasn't upset you in anyway, but I thought that Rosa, my main character was far too weak, so I have toughened her up a bit and rewritten a lot. Let me know what you all think of the new changes, weather you're a new reader or not.
The Capitol is in flames and my father holds the match.
I smile as I walk through the glimmering city. The sunlight hits the glass towers, showering me in colour and light.
My father is the talk of the capitol, the flames still burn as brightly as before from this time last year, when twenty four young men and women went into an arena and only two came out.
As I think of those dead, and those killed by the brutality of the games a sense of pride fills my heart.
My father styled a winning tribute,
My father saved a person's life and with a little luck,
My father will do it again.
The quick steps home get faster, until I break into a quick run, desperate to get home and see my dress for the ball.
The school has been talking of nothing else and I have everything I could want,
A beautiful dress, designed for me and the sketches alone. The envy of the capitol and every capitol child from our school.
A wonderful collection of friends, to complement my style and help me enjoy the night.
I even have a boy now. His name's Thorburn and he's amazingly handsome and one of the kinder members of the capitol.
I can see the door to our home, a modest little town house, not far from where the tributes sleep, for dad's convenience.
Before I know it the door has slammed shut behind me and my school bag is lying on the floor, in our hallway.
I run into the kitchen, expecting to find my mum reading a magazine, waiting to press the button so we can eat.
But I don't ...
Instead I find my mother, looking up at me, shocked and with a tragic look in her eye. Much to my surprise I also find my father, suddenly standing upright to face me, the light of day highlighting the single line of gold eyeliner and the flecks of gold in his emerald eyes.
" You're home early, thought you weren't bringing my dress over till you finished with ... "
" Rosa, there's something we need to tell you " my mother says wrapping her arms around me, preventing me from getting a drink.
" Rosa ..." my father begins " I haven't got your dress because ... you won't be going to prom "
I stare at him for a while and I feel like I've just been punched.
" What do you mean I'm not going to prom ?" I ask, trying to level my voice out
how could he lie to me ?
he promised ?
" You can't go to prom, because we won't be here" mum whispers " we're leaving tonight "
I walk out of my mum's embrace and look at my dad.
Explain dammit ! What does she mean !
I can't look either of them in the eye, why do this, now when life is looking so good, so perfect and so capitol, does everything have to change !
That's when I hear my footsteps, running up the stairs keeping in time with my parents desperate cries.
All of which are muffled by the sound of my bedroom door.
Slamming shut.
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