As per Mister J. Creed asked me to continue, I got inspired! Thanks a lot, hoping you'll read this!
Another boring day at history class, for the second day of school. The window is all I find interesting, because unlike the teacher, it's actually moving. The trees are dancing in the wind, and the leaves are floating up and down the sky. While the teacher, he looks like a manikin.
He's just talking away, and I pay no amount of attention to his lection about the Hunger Games. No one in the Seam wants to know about these games, but sometimes, you just have to pay attention.
"Ms Everdeen?" He looks my way. "What are the roots of the games and why were they created?" He shoots me a question, and every set of gossipy blue merchant kids' eyes practically fish me out of the crowd in the room. They gaze at me, trying to intimidate me.
The games were started by the stupid, cruel minds of the Capitol to whip the rebels into shape and remind us to never rebel again, Is what I want to say. But that would lead into more trouble for me, not that I'm in any right now. Making fun of the Capitol isn't the goal of history class.
"To get the rebels straightened up and to remind us to not rebel again." I say blankly, we've gone over this a million times.
"Great, thank you for participation." He says with a smile.
"Yes, that was the truth," He says, and then he continues his lecture for the rest of the time.
He gets cut off mid-sentence when the bell rang and we all stood up. He screeches after us, telling us about our homework, about how we should write a full paragraph on the topic today.
Most of the merchant girls are flipping their blond waves that they call their 'hair' and keep bashing their blue eyes at my seatmate, Peeta.
He's really famous with those girls.
We have break then I meet Madge in the hallway, talking to me about our homework. I just simply nod then Gale walks down the hall, probably heading to one of his classes, and the merchant kids start swooning; I wouldn't be surprised if Peeta was one of them, too.
He ignores them then just looks my way, his grey eyes finding mine, and he winks at Madge and me.
Madge politely waves back, and then the merchant kids start sneering, "Oh, Everdeen's got a boyfriend!" or "They're going out? That sucks!" or "They aren't a match, believe me, I suite him better."
More and more ravings come from them, and I just walk away, Madge trying to catch up with me.
"Hey, Katniss!" Madge bellows behind me, exasperated from catching up.
I don't reply, and just go ahead and climb the oak tree, perching on the highest branch, burying my head into a book I pulled out of my locker for next period.
"It was my fault," Madge blames herself; "I shouldn't have waved his way. I'm so sorry." She beckons from bellow. I give a huff of exasperation.
"No, it wasn't your fault, Madge." I tell her, finally folding up the book.
"Just, come down from there, please?" She asks me, calling out in a loud voice.
"I'm okay up here; I just need a little time." I tell her.
"Okay, I'll deal with this." Madge walks away, in fierce determination, it's almost funny. Her hands are clenched into fists, heading off to the posse of gossiping girls.
They know she's the mayor's daughter, and I don't know why, but they're afraid of her. Her being Madge, quite a small girl, not very talkative, shy even. But she could have the power to tell her dad anything, a report of some sort, and get a consequence. But I know, Mr Undersee isn't the man for punishments and such.
I plop off the tree, and I think, might as well get a good look at this.
Madge hurries over, and then they're in a hush.
"Why would you do that?" She looks like she's in rage, and you never see this off Madge. What could've triggered it? We aren't 'close' friends, but she never did this to anyone else.
"Didn't you see how humiliated she was?" She bellows at them. You never would see Madge like this. Never.
"Delaney! Aubrey!" She strikes at two merchant girls, who are both snickering senseless. They stop once they hear her. A small smile is on my lips.
"All of you!" She points at them. "You should be ashamed of yourselves!" She says the loudest one I've heard so far.
"I hope you're all sorry!" One last time, and her foot stamps itself onto the ground.
She walks to me, and comes and says sorry over and over again. I brush her off with a "You handled it very well." I gave her a smile.
"Thanks, I'm sure that was a first." She sighs, I'm sure she's out of breath. She plops down beside me, and we get back into the school.
The girls still sneer at me, but when they catch Madge's glance, they silence up.
The day was over before we even knew about it. I say goodbye to Madge, and thank her again.
I look for Prim, and she's sitting there, in the corner, her bag beside her.
"Why so sad, little duck?" I walk up to her.
"Oh, I thought you won't be here for me," She sighs in relief.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm here." I help her up.
"Tell me, how was your day?" I ask her, like what I did yesterday.
"Pretty good." And she rambles on about how she enjoyed her day, her subjects, her gym class, and how she memorized her multiplication tables. I nod and drop a few comments.
"I mostly enjoyed art class," She says, her blue eyes gleaming with joy.
"We got to paint our favourite flowers!" She beams.
"What did you paint?" I ask her.
"Primroses!" She smiles, in her usual happy way. That gets a smile out of me, too.
"And also Katniss flowers, plus dandelions," She starts counting on her fingers.
"That' a whole lot of favourites, Prim." I tell her sarcastically, as we head down the Seam road.
"How about yours?" She looks up for an answer.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to know."