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Chapter 2- Rebel
Nico pulled me out into the morning air. It chilled my bones to the core, even though it was the middle of April. A pipe had burst in our house just as we were about to leave to trade at the hob.
Nico told me to go gather gears, money, and hopefully pipes out of the train station rubble. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but duty calls. Nico handed me my lucky knife, Kittyhawk. I put her in my boot. I named her that because of the kitty-hawks in the old-days who used to scavenge the mountains for any straying men.
The irony of how she got her name.
Nico left me alone and went to the hob with some of our savings. I naturally, being the good little puppy I am, went to the train station to gather.
No people are usually at the train-station. Because nobody wants to come to dreary, dirty old district 12.
I smiled to myself and kneeled to dig through the rubble. I heard rustling and quiet footsteps.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello," I called. I know it isn't the best thing to do when you think it is a peacekeeper, but who the heck cares.
Nobody came out. Someone is afraid or waiting for the right moment to attack. "Well, then in that case, I guess I will just search for you with my knife." I said with an evil laugh. A skinny blonde girl stepped out from behind the tree. I twirled my knife to show off.
"Oh, just you, I thought it was some peacekeeper spying on me." I smirked to myself. This girl was a typical blonde; blue eyes, tiny, and pretty. Lucky for her, I like blondes. Otherwise I would have hit her right between her eyes with my knife.
All of the sudden, a blonde boy stepped out from behind a tree. He gaped at me like a fish. "Can I help you?" I thought, realizing he couldn't hear me. His jaw closed gradually. He was pretty handsome though, I have to admit. Blonde, Good jaw placement, some ripped muscles, and abs you could see through his shirt.
"Well, my name is Emilyn, and I haven't seen you around, you runaways?" I said fearlessly.
"Um, I'm not answering that but I'm Cheryl, you can call me Cher," She smirked, "And my brother name is Ronald" She laughed. He looked at her with disgust, she kept on laughing though. I smirked, and even let out a small giggle.
"You can call me Ronnie though," He put his arm on a weak tree as it snapped. My dang reflexes caught me and I ended up helping him up. Cheryl kept on chuckling, and chuckling. Ronnie smiled at me as both of our hands touch. I reject back, but still smiled.
"Smooth move Ronald." Cher laughed. I let out a laugh as I suggested we go back to my house for tea, but I really was going to give that small blonde some non-skinny clothes. I went inside my house to get the clothes and came back out.
She gave a confused look and went in. Ronnie and I stood in awkward silence until Cheryl came out.
"That's more like it." I smiled. I pointed to the field where we would be walking. Cheryl and Ronnie. They must be President Snow's daughter and son. I saw Cheryl touch the real grass. Yeah she is definitely from the capitol.
"Yeah I know, it's a sight huh? The grass isn't artificial." I stated. Cheryl looked like she was thinking about something. Oops. Maybe they don't know who Emilyn Meadows is yet.
"Imagine if every place can be like this. Beautiful and real. Imagine if we were all one. Imagine if we, the scarred people can be like the painted people. Or the other way around. Imagine if the Hunger Games were shut down. Imagine." I blurted out. Ronnie looked over and I could tell by his face he was thinking of something.
"Imagine if we could be the ones to stop it. Imagine if we weren't imagining, like if all of this was true." Ronnie stated as he smiled at me. I think I like him, his blonde locks curl just the right way. I smiled back.
"Imagine if my dad could stop this, since he is in charge." Cheryl said and Ronnie attacked her and screamed a muffled word. I laughed.
"I know you guys were, my dad works for you dad. I obviously know your names." I said. Cheryl looked like she was thinking about something again. I took Kitty-Hawk out and cut the grass below me. Maybe these are the perfect 2 to get revenge on the capitol, maybe not.