Hello! Admittedly, this is another short chapter, but it's still worth the read I hope :) and I promise next week will be longer, I'm just really busy this week!
For anyone who hasn't read The Wedding Games (to which, this is a sequel to), Hope is Katniss and Peeta's daughter.
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Hope POV
I woke up earlier than usual today. The sun had not risen yet, and I had no intention of going back to sleep. I scampered downstairs and into the kitchen. I found my birthday cake, still sitting proudly where it had been for the past few days. Dad had made it huge. It was four days after my birthday, and there was still half of the cake left. It had also not yet become stale, which was something of a piece of luck for me, since I was desperate for a slice. I cut a chunky slice out, before proceeding to the TV. I knew the same news would be blaring out. My fame wasn't something that I was able to choose, I was born with it.
I turned the volume down and listened to whatever the Capitol had to say, even though it was like listening to your own life. "And today, Hope Mellark will finally find out, what makes her parents so special." Yes, those parents being Katniss and Peeta Mellark. I let the soft mixture of the cake melt in my mouth as I tasted the smell of the layered icing. I had had this cake so many times, but never once did I fully stop to admire the senses. I had a little on my twelfth birthday, but not that much. I enjoyed eating it slowly. In fact I did so much, I didn't even hear the footsteps of someone coming down the stairs.
"Hope?! What are you doing down here so early?!" my Dad's voice exclaimed. I turned to face him guiltily, some of the cake still in my hand. I replied with the truth.
"I couldn't sleep." He let out a big sigh and came forward until he was towering over me.
"Hope Mellark you are going to get very fat if you continue scoffing cake all day," he said, but there was no more than that. He wasn't angry, just pointing out the truth to me. I grinned.
I sat on the sofa, watching the news, for about an hour. I swear Panem must be really boring, because all they seemed to talk about was me. Me, going to the Hunger Games museum. When I was so bored, that I was lying backwards on the sofa, I decided to get up and get ready. I showered, I brushed my teeth twice, I ate a huge breakfast and dressed in a blue dress. Admittedly, I didn't usually wear dresses, but I liked them. I left my hair loose. As I descended the stairs, I heard Mom and Dad talking.
"She'll be fine!" my Dad insisted.
"Really?" my Mom whimpered. She came downstairs looking more nervous than she ever had been.
"Yes," my Dad reassured her.
I entered the room awkwardly. I'd only really come in to say goodbye, since I had to start leaving for school otherwise I'd be late. My hug with Dad was more open, but the one with Mom was quite tense. Just as I had come in the room, left with awkward steps. As soon as I was in the hallway, I hurried to the door. As I was leaving, I called out one more goodbye. This is it, I told myself. This is the day I find out about the Hunger Games.