Snow started to lightly fall as I started to my house. My hands red from the cold. Living in district 12 is horrible. I would much rather me somewhere different. Away from all of this cruelly and hatred, blood and tears. I wouldn't go alone. I would take my entire district, no, all the districts away from the evil clutches of the Capital.
About me? You want to know don't you. well my name is Christy, I'm 13 years old and I hate my life. That's about it really.
The snow started to stick to my hair and eyelashes. My this gloves penetrate a only a tiny amount of the bitter cold. My foot prints leave tracks and the wind whips my scarf and tugs at my neck.
I burst through the door. cheeks red from cold.
"Hello mother! I brought some coal!"
My mother walks from the kitchen with a cup of mint tea.
"Christy! You're going to freeze to death! Have some tea." I put my bag down and wrap my fingers around the cup. Inhaling the comforting scent I drink the entire cup. My mom takes off my hat.
My hair. It's so unusually colored. No brown, no black or grey. Just white. Snowy white. It falls to my lower back. My mother said I was her special snow flake or something. My father used to call me that. When I was little, my father died and that's all I remember.
I sit down and turn on our new radio. I have been saving money for this radio since I was 5. So it's very important to me.
I turn the knob trying to find a signal.
" Mother! I got a signal!" She rushed in.
" You did! Well lets see." We sit around the radio for awhile turning the knob back and forth. Nothing.
"But..I know I got something. I sulked I..." Suddenly, the signal came back, stronger this time.
" It sounds like..."
"...It's getting closer..." I finished.
KNOCK KNOCK!
My mother and I turned around.
KNOCK KNOCK.
My mother turned very pale.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
She opened the door while I held her hand.
"Coriolanus." My mother stated blankly.
" May I come in." He asked. She opened the door wider and nodded.
The smell of roses and blooded made me cringe in disgust. " Christy dear, make some tea please."
I filled the tea pot and set it on the boiler. Snow. President Coriolanus Snow is sitting with my mother. I feel so guilty leaving her alone with such a evil person. I bring in the pot of tea and fill the cups. I feel his eye;s burning into the back of my head. As I sit down I notice my mother is tearing up and her face is paler then before.
"Mom?" I ask. She just nods.
"Mom, whats going on?" I started to get worried.
"Christy honey, You're going to live with your father for awhile." I jumped up.
"Mom! My father is dead, you said so yourself." She just looked at me with a face filled with concern and guilt.
"Who? Mom. Who?" Then it's hits me. I slowly turn.
"Mom, no it..it can't be! It's not..." My mom nodded.
" President Snow is my dad?"
